Suddenly, Frank said coolly, "Quit wasting time. You have three minutes.""I need just one." Hans shrugged."Fuck! Let's see you put your money where your mouth is!" Scarless Gorm bellowed, then shoved his foot into the ground and launched a kick at Hans face!"Amazing!" Zeb exclaimed in delight even as he felt the shockwave, never expecting his father to be able to get someone so powerful!And yet, Hans moved at the very next instant and grabbed Scarless Gorm by the ankles, his claw-like fingers clenching!"Argh!!!"Crack!Then, even as Scarless Gorm screamed, Hans punched him in the kneecaps!There was a crisp sound as Scarless Gorm dropped out of the air right then and was left clutching his right leg as he rolled all over the ground!"My leg! My leg!" he shrieked at the top of his lungs, sweating profusely as his face turned pale.The Larkins turned pale too, with Cram gaping. "T-That's impossible!He had spent twenty million just to hire Scarless Gorm… but Hans had just
Crack.With just a little squeeze, Zeb stopped screaming, his eyes wide open even as he died."No!!!" Cram screamed hysterically at the sight of his son's death, his eyes blood red as he bellowed at him, "Frank Lawrence! You will die for this! Kill him! Kill him!!!"All of Cram's men whipped out their weapons, their blades flashing blindingly as they charged at Frank.Hans was about to move, but Frank stopped him."Let me show you what it means to have power," he growled as the air around him swirled violently, his clothes flapping loudly in turn.He stepped one foot forward, and shot toward the crowd like a bullet.With a punch, four men were sent flying—there was no way to withstand the weight of a truck crashing towards them.Even before blades could reach him, Frank would shattered the edges with nothing more than a gentle flake, his pure vigor flowing around him.Screams ensued wherever he passed, leaving Hans standing there in shock."Mr. Lawrence reached Birthright aga
Winter was speechless—the women hovering around Frank were each more beautiful than the next?"Who are you to him?" she asked Helen tentatively."His wife," Helen replied bluntly."What?" Winter was stupefied."Is there a problem?" Helen asked, leveling a curious look at her.Winter shook her head repeatedly. "No… It's just that someone said the same before… So I was wondering how many wives Frank has."Helen pursed his lips, since she did not need to guess. "Was her name Vicky Turnbull?""How'd you know?"Helen smiled. "Bottomline is, she's not Frank's wife—don't be tricked. Oh, and you are…""I'm Winter Lawrence, Frank's sister.""Oh…" Helen trailed off. "That makes me your sister-in-law. Can you get him for me?"She had never heard of Frank having a sister, but she did not dwell on the issue since her last name was Lawrence too.Winter nodded. "Wait here for a moment—I'll get him."Helen entered the living room, studying the mansion.Even she had to admit that it was r
Frank was just feeling a dilemma when his phone rang.Feeling the thrill of salvation, he promptly answered the call.It was Yara Quill."Mr. Lawrence? Where are you right now?" she asked."Home. What's up?" Frank asked."Actually, Mrs. Turnbull asked me to contact you," Yara replied. "She wants to talk about Grande Pharma."Frank narrowed his eyes, noting immediately that Susan Redford wanted to bypass Vicky, as she told Yara to directly contact him."Where's Vicky right now?" He asked."I don't know," Yara replied awkwardly. "She left the villa early this morning and never returned. They want to talk to you since you're Grande Pharma's majority shareholder…""I see." Frank took a deep breath and said, "I'll be right there," even though he had no idea what Vicky was up to.Hanging up, he turned to tell Helen, "Sorry. I need to leave for a little something.""Does it have something to do with Vicky?" Helen asked, more or less jealous when Frank mentioned Vicky's name.Fra
Neil Turnbull bellowed, "You have no right!"Frank simply crossed his legs as he retorted nonchalantly, "Vicky's the one who gave me the shares, and she will tell me if she wants it back. You don't get to tell me what to do.""You son of a…"Neil could choke—Frank was really belittling him!Walter quickly stood up to clear the air. "It's alright, Neil. Just calm down…"Susan was frowning in turn. "Frank Lawrence, I am telling you this as Vicky's mother, and I have thought long and hard about this.""Really? Why don't you walk me through your thought process?" Frank asked bluntly."That's enough!" The black-clad man on the main seat bellowed. "I didn't come for your nonsense!"Turning toward Frank with a look of contempt, he growled, "So you're Frank Lawrence?""Yes," Frank replied, studying the man in turn. "And you are?"His abundant vigor and strong physique made it obvious that he was a martial elite. "Wilf Chandler—butler of the Chandler household," Neil announced.As
"You really need to learn some manners!" Wilf bellowed and suddenly threw the solid wooden desk beside him at Frank!While the Turnbulls all scrambled to get away, Frank did not move.He remained in his seat and slowly raised his arm… Catching the table right then, he gently pressed, and the table landed on the floor with a deafening bang!Wilf was stunned—he did not expect that from Frank!In fact, Frank was still holding on to his teacup, growling icily, "A fiery temper won't do any favors to your elderly body. Here, have a drink and calm yourself down."He launched his teacup at Wilf as if it were a bullet.Wilf crushed the cup with his stalwart vigor, but the tea inside burst away like bomb shrapnel!Wilf thought nothing of it, as he did not believe some droplet would hurt him… until the first drop struck his skin.By then, it was already too late.Wilf wobbled and would have fallen if he had not caught on to the edges of the desk!The Turnbulls never saw what happened,
Frank rolled his eyes—even his lackeys could wipe out Earthrank individuals!Susan was glaring at Frank in turn. "What's that look for? Are you upset? Then hand over your shares, or it'd be too late when the Chandlers come for you!"The main branch of the Turnbull family had power in the capital, but they summarily refused to care about Riverton, let alone send help. They were certainly on their own…"Enough!" Walter barked just then. "Frank just bailed us out, and both of you are blaming him instead of thanking him?!"As a man of the household, he was certainly displeased with the Chandlers' unreasonable demands. However, he had to abide with it because circumstances just would not allow it.If anything, he found Frank's defiance cathartic, but his wife and nephew had to give Frank hell for it!And seeing that her husband was siding with Frank, Susan promptly snapped, "Easy for you to say—he can just run away if things go south, while we are left to clean up his mess!""Enough!
The Turnbulls were stunned, not expecting Boran to be that self-important.Cliff was frowning as well—he had his pride as a martial artist too!"What is the meaning of this, Mr. Lepley?" he demanded. "Why would you insult me when I showed you respect?"Boran did not even look his way as he snorted. "You're wrong there—I wasn't insulting you. You're not even worth insulting.""What…" Cliff was fuming—he must hit back to maintain his honor as a retainer of the Turnbulls!However, Vicky stood in his way before he could move. "That's enough. You're both on our side, and it won't do if you start fighting even before you defeat our enemies.""Hmph."Boran snorted. "I can handle the Chandlers myself, Ms. Turnbull. Why keep third-rate martial artists like him?""You're out of line! Let's see what you got!" Cliff bellowed.It was not just him either—even Walter, Susan, and Yara had enough of Boran and was eager to send Cliff after him!Vicky tried to intervene again, but it was too la