The Pinnacle Of Life

The two were about to leave, but Frank blurted out, “Who said you could leave? Have you asked me?” He was aggrieved before this. In Valtameri Tower, he had watched Alex go on a killing spree and ruined the martial arts of all his people, and even made him swallow the parasite alive… He needed to vent out the same amount of anger for the

amount of hate and resentment that he had felt back then. “Sir, we only took money to carry out the work, you don’t have to be like this, right?” Denis said.

Frank sneered, “If I didn’t have a trump card, then I probably would have been killed by the both of you. It

doesn’t concern me anymore that you’re just hired thugs. You deserve to die for making a move against me.” Having said that, the pudgy old man moved again. Another black light flashed. There was an afterimage of something turning in the air. The uniquely shaped knife passed through Denis’s neck and drew an arc, then pierced through Erik’s neck. It

left identical, bloodied holes in the center of both their necks. Thud! Thud!

Two soft sounds echoed out. Denis and Erik fell to the ground dead, with their eyes wide open. Everyone present let out exclaims due to shock. The pudgy old man was just so strong.

The knife that he used this time wasn’t in his hand at all, but it shot in the air while freely changing its

direction in air, and its travelling speed was extremely fast. Alex’s pupils constricted. ‘Airborne Blades! Spirit Transcendence?!’ He could feel the spiritual powers emanating from the old man, which meant that the old man was the same as

him.

the minimum in the Spirit Transcendence stage, and possibly higher. Now, it looked like things could get a bit troublesome. Frank glanced at

now was like

right now, naturally Alex was the one that he

Alex. He wanted Alex to

creeping up slowly. Then, he wanted him to have a slow death in despair. Only then,

hatred in his heart. Frank walked in front of Jerry and chuckled softly. “How about now?

your Thousand

Erik, whom he regarded as his patrons. They were both dead now. How could he possibly still have any

himself in the face. “Big Brother, no, dear CEO. You’re the CEO of

don’t be offended.”

“Hahaha! Very good!”

satisfied. “You’re a director of Thousand Miles Conglomerate?