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.

Quinn shrieked, shaking with rage when she

length as if I were a common thief! Frank Lawrence here has

some pointers from Frank a

the black market. And yet, Burt wielded it with

his brow and a bizarre sensation welling up the pit of his stomach—his meridians felt blocked even as he tried to

on?” His heart skipped

Had he been poisoned?!

him. He could not move in

effort to stabilize his

actually telling the truth. He did manage to poison Frank Lawrence, and his

Frank!” She laughed coldly. “It’d

a turbidness that kept affecting the flow of his vigor.

you’ve slain one of our brothers and insulted

for us to end

bellowed, his fingers hardening with

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