That certainly made sense—a piece of shit like Ned would never encounter someone more impressive than Abel.

If that young man was really as impressive as he bragged, why was he not famous?

With that in mind, Yed stared at Frank from the back, sneering coldly.

Eight million? More like poetic justice!

If Frank never insulted him, Yed would have been content with giving the conman beating and throwing him out of his mansion.

However, Frank's pompous attitude had thoroughly left Yed incensed—and no one insulted the Jankos and got away with it!

-

Soon, the Jankos were once again gathered in Ciril's bedroom.

Frank strode up to Ciril, and with just a single look, shook his head and said, "Taut Snow Tree—one of Hundred Bane Sect's finest. The Yellow Shrive would only have kept Mr. Janko alive for a few days instead of clearing it completely."

then—could he have been

right away and without closer inspection... It was simply

as good as he bragged

Yed chuckled coolly. "Mr. Loggins has already identified the poison. I'm sure

Abel nodded and breathed a sigh

be humiliated if some youth diagnosed Ciril quicker

Ned began,

stopping him. "It's

need five silver needles—one thick and four thin. And boil a bucket

Go!" Lothar barked at the servants

was sweating all over his brow, feeling cornered just

in the room who was

died, an upheaval would ensue for the

gone, the family's retainers would quickly disband and leave, while the rest of them would be reduced to a succulent chunk of meat

their pursuit to rise as one of the Four

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