Frank would have let Les live if he did not shoot him–but he did, and that meant death.

Frank squeezed right then.

Crack.

Les‘ neck snapped, his eyes wide opened as he died. He never would have thought that Frank cared so little about him!

With that done, Frank looked around, but the masked man was nowhere to be seen.

He sat on top of a clean boulder to rest, just as Yara caught up and immediately saw his palm bleeding.

Hurrying to him, she asked, “Are you okay, Mr. Lawrence?” “I’m fine,” Frank said, nodding as he looked at his palm and pulled the bullet out.

Yara was left gulping, her heart racing as she watched his blood flow freely out of the wound.

off her

but muscular waist. Even if she was no beauty, there was no arguing her stunning figure as a martial artist–she might

wound, Mr. Lawrence?”

Frank nodded.

you?” Yara

where she was standing, Frank had saved her and taught her martial

pointed at a tree in the distance, and Yara turned to see Les

You killed him, Mr. Lawrence?” Yara

Frank nodded again.

to be troublesome…” Yara muttered

this, but Les is Glen Turnbull’s bastard,”

take the blame.” Frank simply laughed. “He betrayed the Turnbulls. What’s the point

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