Frank nodded in silence, while the scrawny man snapped, "You really think you can kill me, geezer?!"

He leapt toward Bron, his footwork deft and immaculate.

Bron raised his blade in turn, and there was a cold flash as they clashed.

However, the scrawny man's face fell, his pupils dilating when he felt a coldness over his chest.

He looked down to find a deep gash over his pectorals, his heart cut in two beneath it!

"Im... possible..."

Splash!

Blood gushed audibly out of this chest, and he fell to the floor with a thud, disbelief still written all over his face.

He had fought martial elites countless times, only to fall to some middle-aged man?

On the other hand, Bron sheathed his blade with one smooth move, having dispatched the scrawny man with ease.

Frida, who was sitting limply on the floor, was astounded.

that man? Could he be

her just then, putting a palm

"Argh!" Frida screamed.

arm is broken," Frank explained quietly. "You

can't leave even before we find her," Frida growled, grasping her arm as she wobbled to her

saving anyone," Frank said, frowning. "Not when you can't even

her head in

dead, and she

Bron were just three men, but they killed the Salazars'

without saying how much she

least let me come with you and see that

come along in that case," Frank said coolly. "But don't run off—I don't have the

upstairs when the elevator doors suddenly

Robert stopped him. "Be

in the elevator, and they would not be able to move if there was a trap. Frank simply glanced at the camera in the elevator.

elevator, and Bron

Robert had no choice

footage from the top floor office and laughing when he saw Frank's confidence. "Hahaha! I like people who think so highly of themselves... It's always so amusing when that confidence of theirs

table in front of her. She did not appear to be in any discomfort either, aside

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