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.

"Burt Yorkman! You traitor!" Quinn shrieked, shaking with rage when she saw Burt helping Frank.

kept me at arm's length as if I were a common

was definitely gifted—with just some pointers from Frank a couple days ago,

common techniques found even in the black market. And yet, Burt wielded it with the ferocity of a real tiger, unstoppable even as

between his brow and a bizarre sensation welling up the pit of his stomach—his meridians felt blocked even as he tried to

on?" His heart skipped

Had he been poisoned?!

He could not move in time as a

took Frank great effort to stabilize his breathing while Quinn looked in

telling the truth. He did manage to poison Frank Lawrence, and his vigor's

laughed coldly. "It'd at

just then—in his meridian nexus, there was a turbidness that kept affecting the flow of his vigor. Wherever

Ms. Ocean! You'll be begging for us to

just now bellowed, his fingers hardening with vigor as he attacked Frank with a

"Fuck off!"

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