While Hans was being vaguely subtle, Robert knew enough to understand that Frank was the anonymous tip.Still, he quickly nodded without asking further questions. "Good work, colonel. Is there anything I can help with?"Hans barked, "Arrest every member of Flying Sword Sect. I'll be in charge of the interrogation.""Of course." Robert nodded and turned to bark at his men to help Hans' soldiers load the members of the Flying Sword Sect into the truck.As Kuno was shoved to the ground by two soldiers while they cuffed him, he was snapping, "Hold it! I am the chief of Flying Sword Sect! Who are you people? You can't arrest me! You have no right!"Never had he suffered such ignominy!However, his outburst merely left Hans frowning, and he suddenly punched him in the solar plexus.Kuno's face turned beet red as his eyes rolled up in its sockets, and he could feel gastric juice churning upward in his gut.Hans did not remove his hand, however—he spread his palm, his fingers digging i
Hans actually became interested in those words, since Frank was always surrounded by beauties. "Oh, really?" he murmured and turned to glance at Vicky and Yara, who were both flanking Frank.If things went well, Robert could well become Frank's father in-law… And with that in mind, his attitude toward Robert eased. "I see." He chuckled. "Well, Mr. Lawrence had given express instructions not to blab on his roots… though I could give you a hint."Robert beamed. "Of course, colonel. Do tell.""Do you know about Mystic Sky Sect, hailing from the South Sea?" Rovert scratched his head, hesitating for a while before answering, "I have heard of the name, but I don't know anything specific."He had heard a thing or two, that they were an ancient sect—far more powerful than Flying Sword Sect.Hans sighed. "Then let me put it to you this way—if Mr. Lawrence puts his foot down, even Mystic Sky Sect will quake.""What?" Rovert was astonished.He had never underestimated Frank ever si
As Robert sighed in disappointment, Yara actually thought his words made sense.Who knew if she perhaps really had a shot?-Meanwhile, Vicky told Frank as she drove, "There's really more to you than meets the eye, Frank."Frank smiled. "What do I have to hide from you?""Don't even start. You know who Hans Schnee is and his position. Why was he absolutely respectful to you?""I saved his father before," Frank replied flatly."I don't believe you."Frank shrugged. "Can't do anything about that."Vicky wanted to hit his face right then. "Fine, then one last question—can you hold your own against the elites of Morhen?""Who, those pushovers? The Four Families of Morhen are no match for me at my peak," Frank declared confidently."That's pushing it, don't you think?" Vicky shot him another skeptical glare.The main branch of her family was one of the four, and she had met the martial elites from each family.Those geezers' strengths were eerie, to say the least.On the other
Vicky smiled. "I now understand why Frank would always go all out to save you—you're so adorably silly."Helen paused. "What are you talking about?""Nothing." Vicky waved her off, bored. "Just my way of saying I've never been Frank's sugar mommy.""Really?" Helen was clearly skeptical. "Then why are you always at his side, helping him?""I simply admire his virtues and character." Vicky smiled in amusement, holding her chin on her hands as she stared at Helen. "I told you—he's far better than you'd think. You simply never noticed that."Then, rising to her feet, she added, "If there's nothing else, Ms. Lane, I need to get going.""Don't bother Frank ever again," Helen quickly said."Haha!" Vicky laughed in disdain. "You've divorced him, Ms. Lane—it's his freedom to choose who he hangs out with. If anything, you should be talking to him instead of me."Helen was stumped and left at a loss as Vicky strode out of her office.-Zeb had been waiting at the lobby of Grande Pharma'
Cram had managed to hoard a considerable sum thanks to his womanizing and was hoping his son could take up the mantle.Naturally, with the Rejuvenation Pill selling like hot cakes and the discovery that Helen's ex-husband was the one who invented it, Cram tasked his son with getting the recipe from Helen.That went south too."Look, Dad—Helen has no influence over Frank anyway," Zeb said awkwardly. "And she's very careful, saying she'd only consider investments after her grandfather's birthday…"Cram thought about it. "Then work on Henry instead, and get the recipe soon.""I know…" Zeb sighed—it seemed that he had to attend Henry's birthday party.-Meanwhile, Frank drove to Riverton's antique bazaar after his training for the day—he would never forget Henry's birthday, and he certainly regarded the occasion with importance.Henry always had a passion for antiques, which was why Frank had decided to choose one instead of having Trevor do it.However, he only found counterfeits
Crash!The porcelain vase Zeb was holding smashed into pieces."Fuck!" Zeb bellowed furiously before wheeling on Frank, who was over two meters away. "How dare you trip me!"Frank simply laughed coolly in turn. "You're a riot—you tripped over yourself, and you have the cheek to blame me?""Shut up! Why would I trip for no reason?" Zeb growled through his teeth. "You definitely did something! You're paying for that porcelain vase!""You have the cheek to tell me what to do?" Frank glowered. "Buzz off."He started to leave, but Zeb quickly moved to stop him while shrieking, "You're paying up today, or you're not leaving!"Then, turning toward the people around them, he said, "See?! He broke my vase but refused to pay! Where's the justice here?!"Everyone quickly crowded around them at Zeb's call to get a look.Frank sneered at Zeb in turn—he was never going to pay up.A group of uniformed men strode toward them just then, and the crowd quickly made way."What's the ruckus here
Frank nodded. "I do. Now show me your badge—I'd like to see what government department actually runs a protection racket.""Badge?" Dee frowned.He did not have a badge and certainly did not belong to any department—he simply brought a bunch of goons around to build a protection racket."Give it a rest!" he snapped at Frank. "Pay up, or I'll make you!"Frank shrugged. "I'm not paying if I don't see a badge.""Shit, I gave you a chance." Dee did not want to waste his breath either. "Get him!"At his order, his goons rushed at Frank.The crowd around them cleared the way, while the stall owners hurriedly moved their merchandise further back in case they became collateral.Frank, however, watched in disdain at the goons rushing at him. He raised his palm, striking the first to reach him on the chin and sending him flying over ten feet! The other three goons pale and traded glances but charged at Frank at once.Frank did not even move his feet as he slapped each of them once i
Frank realized it was Tidus Simmons upon a closer look and said evenly, "Nothing. Some blind fool was trying to slander me for breaking his vase and got these thugs to attack me.""What, really?!' Tidus was furious.Framing the man who saved his father's life?! This would not stand!Wheeling on Dee and his goons, Tidus barked, "Who are you people? Attacking a man in broad daylight?!""This has nothing to do with you!" Dee bellowed, completely dismissive toward Tidus. "Get out of here, or we'll beat you up too!""What…" Tidus could choke as the thug snapped at him—his father was the Chief of General Affairs.Turning to his bodyguard behind him, he growled, "Mr. Flux."Wes Flux nodded and suddenly leapt straight toward Dee.Dee's goons tried to stop him but were sent flying as soon as they touched him!At the same time, Wes kept advancing as he punched and kicked, instantly flooring every one of Dee's goons."Holy shit…" Dee was left gaping, surprised that Wes was even more vic