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
Donald's left hand—kept hidden from view—suddenly pressed on a hidden depression on the wall.Then, a black handgun popped out, landing in his hand.As Quinn kept charging at him, sword poised, he grinned savagely as he brought the gun to bear between her eyes."What—"Quinn's eyes widened, not expecting Donald to have such a trick up his sleeve!Worst of all, he would shoot her through the head even before her sword reached him!Biting her lip, she closed her eyes as she resigned herself to her fate…Bang!Clang!The crack of a gunshot resounded, soon followed by the stifling scent of gunpowder.Quinn opened her eyes, presuming that she had been shot… only to see Donald's gun flying out of his grasp and the bullet shot striking a vase behind her."Frank Lawrence!!!" Donald was glaring savagely at Frank.He saw Frank firing a burst of his pure vigor, sending his gun flying!"Die!"Seeing her opportunity, Quinn raised her sword and sliced off Donald's hand."Argh!!!" Dona
Mona stood nearby awkwardly, blinking."Hmm…" she mused as she glanced at Frank. "Should I be hugging you too, Frank?""Quit it." Frank shoved her away even as she moved up.Kiki was the last to arrive, clicking her tongue in wonder as she watched the other ladies chattering, pouting, flirting, or bawling around Frank."What's this, Trevor?" Frank asked when he saw Trevor Zurich arrive with his men.Trevor grinned. "It seems that they weren't subject to any abuse—Maron might have an agenda here, but it was just house arrest at best. In fact, they were kept in the guest room and not the basement.""Yeah, don't worry, Frank—we're fine," Helen said with a smile."What do you mean 'fine'?" Vicky folded her arms before her chest, snapping in annoyance. "I had to sleep in the same bed with you, and you almost knocked me off! Go on a diet, Helen!""S-Shut it!" Helen blushed, retorting loudly, "You go on a diet!""Tut, tut. Denying it with all that flab around your belly?" Vicky reach
"Yes, Mr. Lawrence." Trevor agreed to it right away without asking any questions.Frank then returned to his Maybach to find it congested, with the ladies arguing endlessly on who got to ride shotgun.Eventually, Winter triumphed, not because Vicky or Helen actually lost, but because neither woman could stand the thought of the other riding shotgun."Hmph. I've ridden shotgun with my darling many times anyway," Vicky huffed, folding her arms before her chest. "Who's your darling? How brazen," Helen snapped, her ice-like beauty persona long forgotten."Oh, just stop it already…" Frank was left rubbing his brow—his days of peace were long gone."I won't be going back to Skywater Bay," Kiki said, standing outside the car and waving him goodbye. "The Soranos have given up on me after Hubert Sorano's death, and I can live the way I want to now.""Are you going to be alright?" Frank frowned, somehow worried."Don't worry. Vicky has my back!" Kiki grinned and winked at Vicky, while V