Naturally, it went without saying what would happen if Dahok lost to Maron.Quinn strode up just then, exclaiming, "Master Ocean! Please, if you trust me, then you can trust Frank Lawrence too!"Glancing at Frank, she assured Dahok confidently, "Frank is capable of stopping the coup, and he can do it alone!"Dahok frown despite her assurance. He was slightly swayed, but he still could not trust Frank completely as he had never seen the man fight."I can vouch for him too, Master Ocean." One of the Sage Lake Sect apprentices nodded, suddenly speaking up. "That bast—I mean, Mr. Lawrence—was evenly matched against Lady Silverbell, chief of the Martian Alliance… No, scratch that… He defeated Lady Silverbell!"Turning toward the other apprentices, he asked loudly, "You all saw that, right?"The other Sage Lake Sect apprentices nodded repeatedly, speaking out in confirmation with their fellow apprentice.They were never loyal to Maron anyway. And now that they had learned of his treac
As Maron left the shrine, he inhaled deeply as he looked up at the skies, murmuring, "Do you hear me, Maron Ocean? It's time you pay."Meanwhile, Maron brought Silverbell to the infirmary's bed, ready to undress her, when she caught his hand."What are you… doing…" Silverbell was heaving, her eyes unfocused and her whole body twitching, though she still retained her consciousness.Even as she kept fighting the Passion Dust's effect, she was shivering as she cringed toward the other end of the bed."Please don't resist, Lady Silverbell. I've found the way to clear the poison from your veins."Maron was grinning darkly as he unbuttoned his shirt and moved closer. "Don't worry—the Passion Dust is the real deal. I spent a fortune buying it from the South Sea, so that you'd have an unforgettable experience of carnal pleasure. You can't resist it even if you've completed Birthright—you have to be Ascendant rank, or you wouldn't even know what hit you.""I-It was you…" Silverbell drew h
Maron's libido dropped as he lost all patience with Frank."What are you doing here?! Fuck off!" he bellowed, pointing at the door, only to find Frank still smiling at him. "What, you want your ladies to die?!" Incensed, he whipped out his phone and called Jorg, even putting the call on speaker just so that Frank could hear him too"Hello? Master Maron?" Jorg breathed lazily from the other end.."Cut off one of those ladies' arms!" Maron snarled viciously and wheeled on Frank with a smug grin. "Hahaha! I warned you, Frank Lawrence! You asked for this!"However, that was when Jorg yawned audibly from the other end. "Actually, I'm sorry, Master Maron… See, Master Ocean gave me strict orders to protect them instead. The way I see it, you should be going down on your knees and begging daddy, and he just might leave a pretty corpse when he's done. That's all I have to say. Bye…"Beep.Maron's whole body stiffened in shock as Jorg hung up on him, and his phone slid off his fingers, d
Regrettably, Maron was undoubtedly Birthright rank.His eyes rolled up in their sockets as he slammed into the wall. At that moment, his pure vigor protection sent him bouncing back toward Frank, who was rolling up his sleeves."Maron Ocean…" He smiled as he slowly walked up to Maron. "I shall teach you a lesson now myself—you don't get to stand above the rest just because you're well-connected. Sure, it's necessary to have friends when you're out in the world, but you need to be able to hold your own before that!""Please, no more—Oof!" Maron grunted again as Frank kicked him to the wall again, knocking half of his teeth out.Watching as he slid down the wall, Frank seized him, slapping him until all his other teeth fell out."What's wrong, Maron? Done already?" Frank lifted him into the air even as his face was left swollen, grinning throughout."P-Please…" Maron kept begging, his words almost unintelligible."Oh, don't worry. I'm not done with you yet!" Frank grinned, baring
"Donn… Donn…"Silverbell pressed herself into Frank's arms, the sensation of her warm, damp skin leaving Frank's mind blank.Before he realized it, he was in bed, having already taken off his shirt, his body tangled with Silverbell's.Turning pale in surprise, he quickly tried to get up, but Silverbell had clearly lost all rationality.She clung firmly onto Frank, refusing to let go as she snuggled against him like a playful kitten.No man could resist such temptation, and Frank was heaving, his eyes red.He could do it right then, but his rationality warned him against exploiting Silverbell in her moment of vulnerability.And it was Silverbell they were talking about—she was at least ten years younger.He bit through his lip, forcing himself to calm down as he pinned down Silverbell on the bed. Then, keeping his eyes closed, his fingers brushed over her silky smooth skin as he felt for acupoints that could calm her down.Smack!Frank struck her acupoints when he found them,
Frank drove straight to Salazar House with Quinn after leaving Sage Lake Sect.The Salazars had been messing with him too many times, and there was no reason to let them live now.Frank called Trevor on his way there, asking him to send his people over to clean up the mess he would make.-Donald Salazar was seated in his drawing room and having a drink with a guest, who happened to be none other than Eron White."Mr. Salazar, is it true?" Eron asked, looking hopefully at Donald. "You told me that Sage Lake Sect could restore me as the head of the family.""Don't worry." Donald spread his arms proudly without hesitation. "Maron Ocean and I had an agreement. Once he takes his place as the sect chief, he will restore my family to its former glory. When that happens, I just need to put a good word in—helping you reclaim your place as head of the White family couldn't be easier."Seeing how cheerful Donald was, Eron picked up his glass and saluted him fawningly. "Thank you so much,
Even as Eron continued drinking, he felt a rising foreboding sensation.As if on cue, Donald suddenly beckoned at a servant to bring pen and paper. "Ah, I almost forgot—come on, Eron. Let's have our agreement put in writing, in case alcohol causes our conversation to slip your mind.""In writing?" Eron exclaimed in surprise."Yes." Donald grinned. "Write here that you're willing to have your daughter marry me. My pledge for you in turn is to do my utmost in restoring you as head of the White family. How about that?"Eron was hesitant. "Is that… necessary?""Of course," Donald was suddenly solemn despite his smile. "I am a man of my word, and verbal promises never count in my opinion. Don't you agree?"Eron glanced between Donald's smile and Donald's bodyguards who stood around them, and he felt sweat trickling over his brow.Still, after musing to himself for a while, he suddenly laughed and picked up the pen. "Well, since it's your principle, I shall certainly follow. It's good
"Quinn Ocean?! You're alive?!"Donald stared at Quinn in disbelief, more shocked to see her than Frank!"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm alive and kicking!" Quinn laughed icily as her brow creased, and she bellowed, "You killed my father and forced me off a cliff. And now, you shall pay!"Even as Quinn leapt toward him, sword in hand, Donald was clenching his jaw so hard his teeth could break."Fucking mooks! All of them!" he growled. It was now obvious why his men never found Quinn's corpse!However, he was not about to just roll over and die—he promptly overturned the table and quickly leapt backward to draw the sword hung on the wall. After everything was said and done, he was still a vigor wielder!Still, Quinn was an unstoppable entity of rage, slicing through the table and clashing swords with Donald!On the other hand, Frank slowly strode inside and immediately saw the man sitting limply on the floor. "Hmm? What are you doing here, Eron?""I, I…" Eron kept trying but