Henry's miserable reaction was not lost on Frank.However, even if Henry was willing to accept him, his family was not. It was as if his marriage with Helen was a family affair and not between just the two of them!"No, Gramps. I think this is it," he said, and left without looking back.Henry wobbled and almost fell.Helen reacted quickly and hurried forward to catch him, and she found that his eyes were unfocused as he muttered repeatedly, "It's over… It's all over… It's the end for my family…"Helen was left miffed by his words. "What are you talking about, Grandpa? To tell the truth, Sean went out of his way to help me build a partnership with the Turnbulls earlier today. Our family would rise to stand among the elites in Riverton.""Hah!" Henry scoffed coldly. "That Sean Wesley whom Frank was talking about?""Exactly," Helen replied. "He's not even worth a fart compared to Frank," Henry growled as he stormed back to his room, having no mood for dinner anymore.Helen si
Frank chuckled. "Why would they be jealous? I'm not a fellow suitor.""That's true." Yara conceded and sighed. "But Vicky has a fiance too. Are you sure he won't get the wrong idea? Moreover, he's the heir to the Lionhearts, an important family in Morhen—that man is known to be ruthless, made evident with certain suitors for Vicky disappearing under mysterious circumstances."Being Vicky's bodyguard, Yara was naturally privy to certain secrets. She would rather not see an amazing martial artist like Frank get himself killed. That was why she was being nice and warned him—there were others in Riverton who could destroy Frank aside from the Lionhearts."Hmph." Frank snorted with a look of disdain. "I'm fine as long as they don't provoke me. If they do, they'll find themselves less lions than lambs."Yara gulped.That was certainly a bold claim, though she wondered if Frank could remain so when the Lionhearts really came for him.Either way, she had nothing to add after saying tha
Frank slid his hands in his pockets as he calmly got into the car.Vicky, however, would keep sliding peeks at him from the driver seat."Mr. Lawrence, may I ask who Peter Lane is?" she eventually asked."My ex brother-in-law." Frank admitted."Oh, I see," Vicky exclaimed in understanding. "Helen Lane."Frank nodded while she smiled. "I guess things have gotten unpleasant between you two! Would you like me to help a little?"Frank glanced at her.If Vicky really did help, she could certainly make the Lanes disappear from Riverton without a trace.However, he had no intention of going that far despite despising that family, and he more or less had to show some respect to Henry as long as he was alive."Thanks for your offer, but I can handle it myself," he replied.Vicky smiled. "Understood. Just remember that you can come to me anytime you're having trouble."-Helen arrived at the front doors of Verdant Hotel, her blue gown drawing many stares immediately.Beside her, Gin
Sean was immediately annoyed by Vicky's words. "Come on now, beautiful. Give me a little credit."He was the heir to the Wesley family, and she told him that he did not compare to a piece of trash like Frank?However, Vicky merely snorted in disdain. "Why should I?"Sean pursed his lips, his veins bulging as he clenched his knuckle. "Let me give it to you straight—that brat doesn't even have a job! Why else would Helen divorce him? What can he offer you?! He's not even that good looking."Vicky simply glanced at Frank and shrugged. "Mr. Lawrence only needs time. He just needs a month, and surpassing your family would not be out of the question.""Haha! You're really funny!" Sean laughed.Starting from nothing and beating his family in a month?! Dream on!Vicky smiled in return. "I'm not being funny. Why don't we make a bet? If Mr. Lawrence surpasses your family in a month, you'll go down on your knees and apologize." Sean narrowed his eyes, his interest piqued. "What if he doe
Helen gasped as Vicky strode toward them under the crowd's escort, realizing that she was Ms. Turnbull given how the crowd behaved around her.She certainly harbored contempt for Vicky earlier and was left feeling uncomfortable about that.Not only was Vicky far more beautiful than she was, but even the former's family and connections crushed anything she had!At that moment, she understood what Vicky meant about humiliating herself.There was no way she would get that project as long as Vicky was around!At the same time, Sean was stammering, "Y-You're Ms. Turnbull?""What, does that disappoint you?" Vicky looked at him gleefully in turn. "Also, you were insulting Mr. Lawrence, weren't you?""Hmph! So what?" Sean snorted.From where he stood, Frank had nothing going for him at all. Even if he managed to seduce Vicky, he was nothing more than her plaything!In fact, if Vicky fought him over her gigolo, she would be bringing shame to the Turnbulls!As such, he was dead sure th
With Trevor's case being a precedent and what Vicky told Helen before they came inside the banquet hall, Helen was convinced that she had no chance of getting the West City project.That was when Sean said with a scowl, "Don't worry. That good-for-nothing is just Vicky's gigolo, but my father actually is her grandfather's associate. I'm sure the man would understand with just a phone call."Gina finally remembered that he was there too. "Oh, Mr. Wesley! You really come through for us when it matters!"Helen leveled a miserable look at Frank in turn. "Sorry, but we really have to trouble you this time."She certainly did not dare pin her hopes of Frank—the West City project was the key to Lane Holdings' future!Sean whipped out his phone, and went to a quiet corner to call his father, James Wesley, who was the head of his household."What is it? Why are you calling this late?" James growled.Sean promptly pleaded, "Dad, could you ask George Turnbull to give my friend a project?"
After some thought, Frank took a deep breath and said, "Denying a person income is no different from murder—if you've already considered giving them the project, Ms. Turnbull, I have no cause to tell you to do otherwise."Vicky smiled at Frank as she studied him. "It seems to me that you're just not keen on pushing them too far. Linger attachment to Ms. Lane, perhaps?""If that's what you think of me…" Frank shot her a look. "Can't say anything to that.""Have you not considered taking in a new lover now that you're single, Mr. Lawrence?"Frank shook his head. "Not interested."Vicky pursed her lips—his response was somewhat a killjoy.Still, she did not press the issue.She certainly could not hurry things since Frank had just divorced Helen a couple of days ago."Well, I'm sure you're more interested in herbal treasures," she said, nonchalantly opening the box. "You can have this panacea cap…" A faint sweet aroma swirled into the air immediately, and Frank was promptly focu
It was only then that Helen noticed the camera above her, with a red bulb flickering repeatedly.Meanwhile, Vicky continued, "To be honest, I really don't want to give you the Western Project. It's therefore a shame that someone doesn't want Lane Holdings to fall apart, and I can't do anything about that—so come by Turnbull Tower in a couple of days to sign it."Helen, however, could not bring herself to celebrate despite being told she had the contract.Instead, she was snappy as she demanded, "Spying is a bad habit, Ms. Turnbull."In the security room, Vicky merely giggled. "I can find out how many times you used the ladies' room in a day if I want. I'll let it go this one time, so watch out if you badmouth me again."Beep, beep, beep—As Helen quietly hung up, Gina asked in confusion, "Who was that?""Vicky Turnbull."Gina's eyes promptly lit up. "Really? What did she say?""She told me to sign the contract at Turnbull Tower in two days," Helen replied exasperatedly. "She s
Frank snorted. "Alright, I'm hanging up. I'm getting started over here soon.""Yeah. Good luck," Jouri replied.Hanging up, Frank looked up at the waterfall overhead, and then at Skyler, who was standing beside him. "So? Is it time yet?""Almost… Now!" Skyler's eyes were glowing even as she stared at her watch."Alright."Frank looked up just as the skies abruptly darkened. "Ah, there it is—the eclipse."The sun seemed to disappear, and the world was suddenly shrouded in darknesses.And beside him, a stone door imbued with the power of the spiritron vein also rumbled as it parted."Got it!" Frank rushed inside without another word as soon as he saw it."Hmph. I'm surprised that you could reach this place." A cold, wrathful voice resounded inside even before Frank got a hold of his surroundings.Looking up, Frank found a youth in a black cossack and sporting grey-white hair, standing upon a cliff as he looked down on him.Frank chuckled. "Hehe. Like I said, I've come to kill
Frank narrowed his eyes. "Is that so?'Crane shrugged. "I don't mind giving it to you straight—members of Torrent are actually… Ahem. A part of Torrent himself."Frank paused. "What's that supposed to mean?""You don't get it, do you?" Crane grinned. "Then let me put it to you this way—every member is a clone of Torrent.""A clone?" Frank gasped in realization."Yes," Crane nodded. "That's why I believe that challenging Crane is just suicide. You have no idea how powerful he is—only death awaits you down that path."Frank smirked. "Oh, but I don't think so."Crane rolled his eyes. "Fine, whatever—now listen closely. You will find Torrent in the Mystic Trail, but you would only find that place when the sun and moon coincide, and the entrance is beneath the waterfall south of Horton."As he finished, he snorted coldly. "I have no idea if you can actually do it, but I'm hoping you do kill him… Heh. I'm getting tired of being stuck under his control for so long."Then, waving off
Frank abruptly turned, immediately noticing one of the Cranes crouching, ready to spring forward and blindside him."Got you!" He laughed."Hah! You fell for it!"Just as Frank swung a punch to pulverize that Crane, he suddenly burst into pus that splashed at Frank's face."Damn it!" Frank took a step back, surprised that the clone's presence was identical to the real Crane, and a trap on top of that!"Die!"The Cranes around him each whipped out a dagger, all of them stabbing at Frank at the same time."Get off!" Frank bellowed, unleashing a shockwave that sent all the Cranes flying across all directions."Frank! Above you!" Skyler suddenly shrieked."Yes! I'm right here!" A strange laughter sounded above Frank just as he wiped the pus off his face.Crane was suddenly directly above him, launching an aerial kick straight at Frank's head, and Frank had no time to dodge!"Die!" Crane's smile curled into a twisted angle as he saw that too.He was very confident with this kick
"Disgusting…" Skyler murmured through her hand.Despite being skinned and scalped, the women were all still alive and singing to the music that was playing despite their anguish."Talk about a terrible fetish."Frank was scowling too—why were all the members of Torrent such sick deviants? It seemed like his plan to wipe them out was absolutely correct!"So, you killed my clone?"The lanky man on the couch slowly turned to level his bloodshot eyes at Frank.His lips were wet with bed as they curled upward into an eerie smile."Clone?" Frank narrowed his eyes."Hehe. It's a sage art."Crane shrugged as he stood up and wiped the blood off his lips. "It's only natural that you don't understand… Still, you deserve praise. If you can kill my clone, that means you're not just slightly stronger than Ghost."Naturally, the man was none other than the real Crane.Still, as Skyler studied him from a corner, even she could notice the strange twitch of his fingers, and his veins were pro
Even as Crane ran, he was looking over his shoulder, his heart pounding. "No… I won't win in a one-on-one!"No, as long as I get back to my real body… we can do this together!" He frowned, having seen how Frank sliced off the pinkies of those hood rats. It hence quickly dawned on him that Frank was not just slightly stronger than Ghost, as Torrent had put it!"Almost there!" He gasped when he saw the signboard of Pegasus Showtown in the distance. "As long as I get there and rendezvous with my real body, that brat will lose—"That was when he turned and saw that a shadow had caught up with impossible speed."What?!" Crane's eyes almost popped out in bewilderment. "What speed is that?! Are you kidding—"Even as he spotted the shadow, the shadow turned into a youth with an impassive visage.His fist outstretched, he was clearly punching toward Crane's forehead!"Argh…"Even as Crane looked on, the youth's punch slowed down by tenfold, but his fist kept closing in.Then, whe
Seeing Skyler sigh, the tattooed thug presumed that his extortion worked.He strode up, grabbing Frank's shoulder. "No one's gonna help you, boy. Pay up, or you're not leaving.""Exactly! You're not getting away!" the crowd of hood rats hollered. "Last chance."Frank's eyes were cold and fixed on Dani, however. "Are you going to intervene? If you do, you can keep that check. If you don't…""Ugh. Fuck off! I don't care!" Dani spat, her expression smug as she folded her arms before her chest. "Who do you think you are to threaten me?!""Exactly! Pay up, and you can leave!""Yeah! Ten grand, at least!""You probably don't know my boss Wyvern, but when he's here, you won't get away with just ten grand!"Even as the crowd closed in, Frank shook his head. "Well, you had your chance. Don't blame me for what happens next.""You're giving us a chance?! Hah! Who—argh!"Even before Dani could finish gloating, Frank was suddenly in front of her, grabbing her viciously by the wrist."Arg
"Five grand?! Did you hear that?! He just threw five grand!""Must be a rich kid coming here for a secret rendezvous, out of prying eyes? Those types are the easiest mark!""Fuck! And Dani got one of us… It hurts me more than losing at the races!"Frank could hear the buzz around him but ignored it as he strode past the men flanking him and headed toward the street that stank of blood."Stop!" A big tattooed man grinned sinisterly as he intercepted Frank.As his buddies encircled Frank as well, Frank snorted—it seemed that they took his reaction for a sign of weakness and thought that he could be cowed.The tattooed man rubbed his chin as he leered at Skyler's voluptuous figure, chuckling. "Look, boy. I'm short on cash, so let me take a loan. I'll pay you back some other day, how about that?"His friend laughed. "Exactly! You just gave Dani five grand, and we won't ask for more… just four, how about that?"Skyler scowled in turn and glanced worriedly at Frank beside her—was he
Frank himself had just stepped out of the nightclub when his eyes narrowed."Blood," he murmured, his nostrils twitching."Blood?"Skyler sniffed the air, puzzled. "I can't smell it.""It's from the opposite street… I smell the blood of over a dozen people.""A dozen?!" Skyler did a double take.He could identify the number of people who were killed?! That was just ridiculous!"Come on, let's take a look."Just as Frank led the way toward the source of the stench, a woman suddenly came up, catching Frank off guard and throwing herself into his arms."Hmmm?" He looked down to see that she had thick makeup, average looks, and a rather pudgy belly."Argh! He touched me!" she pointed at Frank and shrieked even before he realized what was happening."What?!" Skyler was staring at the woman too, mystified."Oh, sister! You just didn't see it!"The woman kept hollering, pointing at Frank's face. "Your boyfriend grabbed my ass! Is that how you teach him manners?!""Teach him ma
Wyvern screamed even as he clutched the stump that was his hand, screaming so shrilly one might mistake his voice as inhuman."Oh, just shut up." The lanky man glowered and launched a kick, reducing Wyvern into puddles of blood and pieces of innards, splattering all around the lobby. "Argh!!!" the devilish lady screamed as she watched the carnage unfolded."Another sound, and you'd end up just like him." The lanky man turned and frowned at her impatiently."Hngh…" The devilish lady promptly clasped a hand over her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes as she trembled."What the hell?!"Outside, Wyvern's lackeys heard the screams and ran inside, looking for him. "Hey, where's Wyvern?!"However, the lobby was too dimly lit for them to notice the blood and guts scattered around the walls, and they only sensed that terrible stench."Hngh…" The devilish lady was too scared to speak, and tears trickled out of her eyes."Fuck!"One of the lackeys strode up and seized the lanky man