Clang!

A black-clad man’s machete struck Frank squarely in the neck, only to resound with a metallic clang.

“What?! Projecting your vigor… You’re actually Birthright rank?!”

The old man’s jaw could drop from shock as he looked on.

But it was not over yet—Frank seized the black-clad man’s wrist and crushed it, while seizing his chipped machete and sending two other black-clad men’s head flying before landing with their shocked faces intact.

“I’m here to help, Mr. Lawrence!”

Suddenly, there was a burst of wind as Burt Yorkman, wearing a ragged black suit, charged inside.

He vaulted like a crane before assuming a tiger’s pose, quickly dispatching two black-clad men.

You traitor!” Quinn shrieked, shaking with rage when she saw Burt helping

years, but all of you kept me at arm’s length as if I were a common thief! Frank Lawrence here has not only spared my life, but

Frank a couple days ago, he

techniques found even in the black market. And yet, Burt wielded it with the ferocity of a real tiger, unstoppable even as he charged

suddenly felt an aching between his brow and a bizarre sensation welling up the pit

going on?” His heart

Had he been poisoned?!

move in time as a black-clad man’s fingers reached

his breathing while Quinn looked in

was actually telling the truth. He did manage to poison Frank Lawrence, and his vigor’s circulation is

and beg already, Frank!” She laughed coldly. “It’d at least

a turbidness that kept affecting the flow of his vigor. Wherever his

one of our brothers and

for us to

who struck Frank just now bellowed, his fingers

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