"Quinn Ocean?! You're alive?!"

Donald stared at Quinn in disbelief, more shocked to see her than Frank!

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm alive and kicking!" Quinn laughed icily as her brow creased, and she bellowed, "You killed my father and forced me off a cliff. And now, you shall pay!"

Even as Quinn leapt toward him, sword in hand, Donald was clenching his jaw so hard his teeth could break.

"Fucking mooks! All of them!" he growled.

It was now obvious why his men never found Quinn's corpse!

However, he was not about to just roll over and die—he promptly overturned the table and quickly leapt backward to draw the sword hung on the wall. After everything was said and done, he was still a vigor wielder!

Still, Quinn was an unstoppable entity of rage, slicing through the table and clashing swords with Donald!

man

but could

the written pledges on the floor and picked them

screamed, finding strength out of nowhere—he was well aware that those pledges must never see the light of

him, leaving Eron catching nothing but air as he tumbled face-first

given how obsessed he was, Frank had

scanned through the papers, and his expression

out slightly as he leveled an impassive look at

hand this over to your daughter. I'm sure

his own

it back!" Eron shrieked. "T-That's my family's business! A nobody like you has no

Smack!

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