Finn growled, "I'll kill Frank Lawrence, one way or another!"Still, as he calmed down, he suddenly asked, "I didn't think he would bring that many martial elites. Do you know who was helping him?""No, sir…" His henchman replied."So it seems that he has backing." Finn snorted in self-blame. "It seems that I've underestimated him."The henchman then said, "Actually, sir, I think the priority is to get out of Riverton. Frank Lawrence's people must be looking for us, and it seems that they don't want us to leave. We should return to Middleton for now. It won't be too late to plan that man's demise after.""Yeah." Finn nodded in agreement and sighed exasperatedly. "I've already contacted Uncle Jermain—he has a boat waiting for us."His two remaining henchmen breathed a sigh of relief at that.It was clear they were no match for Frank given their numbers, and it was fortunate that Finn was not stubborn enough to stay in Riverton, or they would both be dead.Unbeknownst to the trio
Frank glared murderously at Finn and growled, "Come back right now, and I'll make it quick."Jermain frowned and growled coolly, "It doesn't matter how important you are in Riverton, brat! Past this river, we'll be in Middleton. You don't get to strut!"How dare that boy threaten to kill his nephew right in front of him? He was really belittling the Chandler family!Finn was laughing out loud in turn. "Haha! Why don't you come over if you have a pair, Frank? I'm waiting right here! Learn to walk the talk before you threaten someone's life!"Frank, however, remained calm despite his taunting.That left Finn frustrated since he wanted Frank to seethe, though he soon remembered something else and gloated, "You'd better watch your girl—she's lucky this time, but I'll make sure she personally warms my bed when I return!""That son of a bitch…" Trevor growled furiously and turned to Frank. "Should we prepare a boat, Mr. Lawrence?"Frank shook his head and continued shouting at Finn af
Jermain was stumped for a moment, but he quickly said, "Mr. Lawrence, our family has no quarrel with you. There's no need to draw blood for a lowlife like Leo Grayson—""Leo Grayson? Really?" Frank snorted furiously. "Your nephew cut Helen's face! He'll pay for it with his life!""O-Over a woman?" Jermain was left bewildered. "She's alive, isn't she? And you're demanding blood over something so frivolous?!""You should be rejoicing she's alive," Frank growled. "If she had been killed, every Chandler would die with her.""What…" Jermain was stumped again and had to compose himself for a moment. "Look, kid—we'll give you anything you want in compensation. But you can't kill Finn, or we'll come for your head even if it's the last thing we do!"Even if Finn was a bastard with neither status nor influence, he was a Chandler, and there were so many people around them watching!Whatever happened, it was not up to some nobody to end his life!However, Frank simply snorted in disdain. "Y
Trevor watched as Jermain left, and he asked, "Mr. Lawrence, the Chandlers actually have influence in Middleton. Should we prepare for them?"Frank shook his head. "Unnecessary. What can they do anyway? They're not our enemy—just watch out for any moves they might make."Trevor nodded—Frank was far above the Chandlers, and he really did not need to worry about them."Do you need a ride back to the hotel, Mr. Lawrence?" Trevor asked."No, I'll be going to Flora Hall.""Flora Hall? Why?" Trevor asked in curiosity. "I need to make a new one to treat Helen's face.""I see." Trevor nodded and sent Frank to Flora Hall before leaving.There was a pungent scent of medicinal herbs as Frank stepped in, and many customers were there to make purchases or consult the healers.Frank whipped out his phone to call Dan Zimmer. However, the man did not answer for a long while, so he had no choice but to approach an assistant at the front desk. "Hi. I'd like to speak with the owner, Dan Zimme
Frank did not even look the security guard's way as he stretched out his palm, slapping him across the face!The man felt like his face had been hit by a truck, and his entire six foot two frame tumbled to the floor with a loud thud!"Oof…" Everyone gasped—the kid was quite strong!"Shit…" The burly security guard was in a daze but soon scrambled to his feet and glared at Frank. "Get him!"The other bodyguards started to charge at Frank, when someone behind them shouted, "What is going on here?!"Frank turned to see a woman over five feet tall, wearing a white coat and a pair of gold rimmed glasses striding toward them.Her skin was fair, her figure even—she was no world-class beauty, but a rare one nonetheless.It was none other than Janet Zimmer, Dan's granddaughter.The assistant from before hurried to her when he saw her. "Ms. Zimmer, someone was causing a scene."Janet turned toward Frank suspiciously and demanded, "Who are you?""I'm Frank Lawrence," he replied, seeing
Frank was sitting in the tearoom, nonchalantly drinking his tea and wondering when Dan would return.Soon, he strolled out to find the nurses were all very busy in various rooms.Just then, shouting echoed down the hallway.Frank headed over in curiosity to find a burly man pointing at Janet as he snapped, "Do you know what you're doing?! If anything happens to my boss, I will burn this place to the ground!"Janet was wiping the sweat off her brow as she growled through her teeth, "Just calm down. I'm trying to help him here."Frank glanced at the patient on the bed, whose face had already turned blue and was clearly on the brink.Just then, Janet told the nurse beside her, "Lindsay, get a vigor pill from the pharmacy."The nurse nodded repeatedly at her words, but Frank was frowning in turn and interrupted them. "That won't work. The patient's issue is not his vigor."Everyone turned toward Frank at his words, but he ignored them and walked straight to the patient.As he took
Frank really despised oblivious people who kept running their mouths while he was trying to save one. It was certainly not helpful for the ice-cold mind a healer needed.The burly man would retort, but Frank's icy glare left him flinching, with a chill running down his spine.He promptly withdrew the words on the tip of his tongue as well, even though he was a veteran member of the reigning gang of East City.He just had the feeling that Frank was not bluffing—if he really breathed another word, Frank would really kill him.Meanwhile, since the burly man stopped talking, Frank turned and drew out the silver needles brought to him.He ran the first into the center spot on top of the patient's head before inserting over twenty across the rest of the patient's body, making him look like a porcupine.Then, Frank pressed his entire palm over the man's navel, reversing the flow of vigor, jolting the man awake, and making him cough up a mouthful of clotted blood!"Woah…" Janet was le
Kurt smiled awkwardly in turn and slowly got up. "Thanks again for saving me, Mr. Lawrence. I still have business to see to, so I shall be going—also, should you and Ms. Zimmer ever come to my establishments, everything will be on the house."Then, turning to the burly man beside him, he added, "Bravo. Pay Flora Hall double for any costs.""Yes, Mr. Stinson," Bravo promptly replied.Janet wanted to refuse, but she had no chance as they paid cash.With that, Kurt left with Bravo in tow.After they got in their car, Bravo was staring at Kurt, appearing hesitant to speak.Seeing that, Kurt asked bluntly, "Out with it already. Why are you hesitating?"Since Kurt put it that way, Bravo quickly said, "I think there's something strange about Mr. Lawrence, boss.""What is it?" "I think he has killed people before.""He killed people…?"Bravo nodded—even now, he did not forget the glare Frank shot him.The killing intent he had was more fearsome than Kurt's!Kurt narrowed his eyes