Chapter 393

Frank had come to massacre the Larkins, and not by hiding.

He kicked down the front gates with a resounding crash, startling everyone inside.

Countless bodyguards charged out of the mansion right then and surrounded him and Hans.

Cram and Zeb stepped outside, and the latter was sneering when he saw Frank–he really doubted Frank would defeat all of his men!

“You really have the balls to come here, Frank…”

“Shut up!” Cram barked at him before turning toward Frank. “To what do we owe the pleasure this late, Mr. Lawrence?”

“Your son’s life,” Frank said, his expression nonchalant but his tone murderous.

Cram frowned. “Zeb made a mistake today, and I apologize. Can’t you look the other way this one time? Let him make amends…”

“Why bother writing laws if apologies work?” Frank growled coldly. “Give up your son, and I can spare your life.”

“How about twenty million dollars to Ms. Lane in compensation?” Cram pressed, convinced that money could solve everything.

making it clear they were not talking about this. Give me your son.

cowardly, but there was no way he would

see reason, I have no choice! The two of you would either

dare these scum refuse

sprinted toward Zeb with his

terror as Hans moved like a lightning bolt!

Smack!

thud as a black–clad man leapt in just before

moved back, with the black–clad man stumbling several paces backward before he

already caught himself by just shoving one foot into the ground

was grinning as he looked at the black–clad man. “Thank you, Mr. Gorm. But be

“Hmph.”

Gorm snorted. “They’re just brats–how incompetent is your

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to put up with the

“The one who mastered the twelve forms of

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heard of me? Then surrender already.” Scarless Gorm snorted in disdain, folding his arms before his chest.

Zeb turned toward his father.

the ranking of the greatest martial artists beneath

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