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

as if I were a common thief! Frank Lawrence

just some pointers from Frank a couple days ago, he immediately

one of the most common techniques found even in the black market. And yet, Burt wielded it

was when Frank suddenly felt an aching between his brow and a bizarre sensation welling up the pit of his stomach—his meridians felt blocked

is going on?” His heart skipped

Had he been poisoned?!

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

his breathing while Quinn looked in with

manage to poison Frank Lawrence, and his vigor’s

already, Frank!” She laughed

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

Lawrence, you’ve slain one of

be begging for us to end you soon

who struck Frank just now bellowed, his fingers hardening with

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