"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
"What…?"Nash did not expect that even a bodyguard of the Soranos would be this pompous, let alone suffer such harassment. He was just here to deliver some pills!Moreover, he knew plenty of pharmacies and apothecaries, but he kept true to his honest nature, smiling as he said, "Please, sir—I'd never lie to you. Mr. Lawrence prescribed these pills to Mr. Zeller. You can check with Mr. Zeller if you don't believe me."Sadly for Nash, some people were simply abusive, having no regard for good manners as they would bully anyone who seemed soft."Are you deaf?!" the bodyguard snapped, leaping to his feet. "I just told you that some mook like me doesn't get to contact Mr. Zeller—it's on my head if you're just here to cause trouble! You can contact Mr. Zeller yourself if what you said is true, and then he'd tell us to let you in. Now get out of here already!"He pushed Nash to the floor again."Hey…!"Nash was really frustrated but soon realized that whatever he said was pointless.
"Wait, Gus Zeller's medicine… from a Mr. Lawrence?" Willy mused to himself, and soon a certain Lawrence's face came to mind.As Willy's expression turned cold, Nash saw the expensive car driving into Sorano Estate and Willy who sat at the back.Noticing the bodyguard fawning all over Willy, Nash could see that Willy was a big deal, and someone like him would most likely help him out.He walked up to Willy's car, bowing nervously and asking gingerly, "Mr. Sorano? I'm here to deliver medicine to Mr. Zeller, but I wasn't allowed in and couldn't contact Mr. Zeller. Could you please—""Shut up!" the bodyguard bellowed at him right then. "Did you just ask Mr. Sorano to run an errand for you?! Who do you think you are?!""No! That's not what I mean!" Nash threw his hands up in panic. "This is medicine, and I'm sure Mr. Zeller needs it urgently to be free of pain soon. That's why I'm asking a favor… Could you please pass this to Mr. Zeller, or just call him? I'm really sorry for taking up
"What?!" Nash froze at Willy's outburst.Did that mean Willy and Frank were… enemies?Willy continued to laugh savagely. "You see… the name Frank Lawrence means a lot to me. I dream of killing him every night, and I could skin him where he stands! And you! You're making me run an errand for that prick?! What's wrong with you?!"Nah was dumbstruck, and he leveled a pained stare at the pills Willy crushed under his foot."Please, Mr. Sorano…" He reasoned, "You could just say no if you didn't want to help! How could you ruin the pills Mr. Lawrence made? It's for a member of your family!""Hahaha… Just shut up already!" Willy laughed, pointing at Nash as he bellowed, "I've finally caught on now… so this is why Gus was vouching for Frank Lawrence, even though that means humiliating me! He's in league with Frank!" Pointing at the pills on the floor, Willy kept laughing coolly. "Well, here's the proof. Let's see what Gus has to say for himself!""What are you talking about, Mr. Sora