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

Thud.

sound,

idea when Frank moved, but

was not all, as his hand was

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

a rank of martial artists who could refine their vigor into pure vigor, shaping

a slash through

The black–clad man was promptly on his knees, begging–he would

Frank said coldly and held his

he reached up to his own throat, where blood was gushing, in

to speak

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