However, Winter was too small to put up a fight, and the black–clad man smiled.

“Calm down, it’s just a little mark on your face! It’d be over before you know it… But the harder you struggle, the more it’s going to hurt!” Winter watched in tearful despair as the knife inched closer to her face.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed, illuminating the room.

Bang!

At the same time, there was a loud crash downstairs, startling both Winter and the black–clad man!

“Frank! Help me!” Winter screamed on top of her lungs.

The black–clad man then felt a terrible murderous presence behind him and turned to find a figure standing there.

It was pitch–black, but the man’s eyes somehow gleamed icily.

knowing that things had gone bad, the

Thud.

dull sound,

moved, but his knife was already

hand was cut off at the wrist

who I am?” The black–clad man blanched. “F–Frank

martial artists who could refine their vigor

they could cast a slash

Just let me go!” The black–clad man was promptly on his knees, begging–he would never win against a Birthright, and he might just stand a chance if

Frank said coldly and held his

felt himself choking as he reached up to his own throat, where

tried to speak but

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