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.

gone bad, the black–clad man tried to make the

Thud.

dull sound, and the black–clad

idea when Frank moved, but

all, as his hand

knowing who I am?” The black–clad man blanched. “F–Frank Lawrence?! Impossible!” His intel suggested that Frank was at best an advanced vigor wielder, but the man

Birthright, a rank of martial artists who could refine their

cast a slash through thin

The black–clad man was promptly on

You tried to hurt my sister,” Frank said

up

to speak but

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