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

beck and call for 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

from Frank a couple

And yet, Burt wielded it with the ferocity of a real tiger, unstoppable

a bizarre sensation welling up the pit of his stomach—his meridians felt

on?” His heart

Had he been poisoned?!

the thought struck him. He could not move in time as a black-clad man’s

to stabilize his breathing while

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

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

what was wrong just then—in his meridian nexus, there was a turbidness that kept affecting the flow of his

one of our brothers and insulted Ms.

be begging for us to

just now bellowed, his fingers hardening with vigor as he attacked

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