"Frank…"Helen frowned, realizing that Blackfive was now after him.She did not want Frank to fight, but she was not about to let herself fall to Blackfive's dirty paws either.Frank nodded. "Don't worry, just leave this to me.""So? Are we fighting our way out, master?" Kat asked. She would never doubt Frank's strength—even if she was hurt right now, she was raring to go.Blackfive goons quickly encircled them when they heard Kat, while Frank gave her a bump in the head."Quit messing around already." He sighed exasperatedly. "Haven't you caused me enough trouble?""Well, what should we do?" Kat groaned miserably. "That bastard obviously won't let it rest.""D-Dad!" Just then, Baldie gained consciousness after Frank sent him crashing into a table with a kick.As soon as he saw his father sitting on a chair, he bawled as he rushed over, sobbing over his lap, "Dad, someone just messed up our bar and beat me up!"Seeing him bawling, Frank could understand why Baldie was suc
Frank continued, "Why don't you call Gus and ask if he knows the name Frank Lawrence?"Blackfive was left doubtful just then—he was at best a fringe acquaintance of the family and could never afford to mess with Gus. Even as a retainer, Gus' words held sway over Zico Sorano, the head of the Sorano family, making him one of the most important executives.And anyone who messed with a friend of his… nine lives would only last that long.WIth that in mind, Blackfive took out his phone.Though he was staring at Frank warily, he threatened, "You're dead if I find out you're lying!"He then dialed a number. "Yes, yes, yes, it's Blackfive… Could you help me reach Mr. Zeller? No, it's something urgent. It's his friend…"Everyone else waited for a long while, and it was not until Kat started to get impatient that Blackfive hung up.Once he did, he was left spacing out for a long while with a sour look on his face.Eventually, he turned to give Frank an awkward stare, and everyone looked
As Frank drove, he glanced at Kat in the backseat. "Let's go to a hospital nearby.""Hold up. When did you get so friendly with the Soranos, Master Lawrence?" Kat asked, not bothered by her injuries, moving about restlessly even though Helen told her not to move."One of their retainers is my patient, that's all," Frank said.Kat whistled, impressed. "That's so cool… I think I should give up on martial arts and pick up medicine!""Why don't you actually study properly first?" Frank shot her down, not holding back at all. "Medicine requires specialized knowledge, while you don't know a thing. Would you manage to learn anything at all?""Hmph. More like you just don't want to teach me." Kat pouted, folding her arms before her chest.Frank chuckled. "Fine, then let's give you a crash course. First, you will memorize the names and the properties of ten thousand medicinal herbs, and the effects if they were mixed together."That was enough to give Kat a migraine, and she threw up her
"It's just a little something… Don't worry," Frank said, deciding not to tell Helen.He did not want Helen to worry about Nash, since Nash had been kind to her."Okay," Helen did not press Frank since he did not want to say, and instead nodded. "In that case, I'll be going back to Mr. Yego's cottage. Be safe.""I know. See you." After sending off Helen, Frank took a moment to calm down and strode toward the operating room, his knuckles clenched.Nash was so thoroughly maimed that he could not recognize Frank at all—it was not just a beating, but it was violent torture!"Nash…" Frank felt a pang of guilt just then—this would not have happened if he did not send Nash to deliver his pills.Naturally, he more or less had an idea who had done this."Willy Sorano…" he growled, his eyes flashing viciously as his rage flared."Hey! This is an operating room! You're not allowed in here!" A nurse promptly stopped him when she saw Frank about to barge inside."I'm a family member and a
Bang!Frank kicked open the door to the operating room, and the doctors all jumped and turned toward him in shock. "Hey! Who are you?! What are you doing here?!""How confident are you about saving the patient, doctor?" Frank asked bluntly as he strode inside, staring icily at Dr. Brent as he stood near the operating table."Well…" Dr. Brent was hesitant.The patient was maimed, but not lethally, since the torturer had been… methodical. They knew how to maximize pain but keep the victim alive.But even if there was no chance of the victim dying, a full recovery was a pipe dream too. The torturer made sure that their work was permanent, shattering the victim's thigh bones and leaving him wheelchair bound.As the doctor in charge, even he would not be able to do much with the full extent of his abilities.Moreover, he had express orders to keep the man alive and in pain—they were not supposed to help him at all, only prolong his pain."Is that so? I understand." Frank could r
Although the dozen over security guards were wearing uniforms, their boorish speech made it clear that they were just some street thugs.Frank slowly looked up at them as they charged inside, growling, "You have five seconds. Get out of here, or I won't hold back.""Shit, we have a cocky one!" The security guard leader leapt up at him, stun baton raised."Hmph."Frank really did not have the time to waste with these thugs.Nash was still on the operating table, groaning softly in pain and in need of medical attention.Leaping up right then, Frank knocked out the security guard with the side of his palm, and the guard was sent rolling as he eyes rolled up in its sockets.Bzzt…Frank had grabbed the first security guard's stun baton before he was sent flying and shoved it at the next closest security guard, leaving him convulsing as black smoke billowed."Out!" Frank bellowed and kicked the security guard into another.More kept coming, however, and Frank did not hold back.Cr
Dr. Jomer kept gloating. "In the end, Draconian traditional medicine is a weak copy of modern medicine, imitating stuff like removing dead tissue and sewing open wounds. It's all just a scam."While the other doctors nodded in agreement with Dr. Jomer, Dr. Brent frowned. "Just shut up and watch what that kid's up to."Dr. Jomer shook his head and clicked his tongue. "Probably someone with a grudge. I mean, hurting that poor man even after all that? I really pity the man…"-Meanwhile, Frank placed his needles beside Nash on the operating table—it was only up close that he saw the true extent of Nash's injuries.Nash's face was left completely and gruesomely disfigured, and his ribs were almost completely broken. None of his limbs were left whole and even some tendons were cut.It was utter savagery.Frank actually felt the impulse to charge into Sorano Estate and find justice, but he could not—not until he saved Nash.Shoving two Ichor Pills into Nash's mouth, he focused as he
Ghent did not really get along with Gus even though they were both retainers of the Sorano family.However, while Ghent deferred to Gus because Gus outranked him, that did not mean that Ghent feared him.And now that Frank had intruded into Sorano turf and caused trouble, it was a definitive slap in the face for the Soranos.If anything, he was dead sure that Gus could not argue if he killed Frank right here and now.With that in mind, he strode up and barked coldly into the operating room, "You have five minutes to come out and apologize, Frank Lawrence, or I'll kill you in the name of the Sorano family!""Hmph."Frank could certainly hear him but merely leveled a brief glance of disdain at Ghent before returning to work.Nash stirred just then, looking around in confusion but soon saw Frank.He was immediately apologetic. "I-I'm so sorry, Mr. Lawrence. I failed to do what you've asked me to…"Frank frowned, withholding his age as he asked, "What the hell happened? Who did th