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."

right then—could he have been

away and

was really as

Loggins has already identified the poison. I'm sure Ned told you—quit being

Abel nodded and

really be humiliated if

when Ned began, "I never

stopping him.

I will need five silver needles—one thick and four thin. And boil a bucket of hot water. Do

man! Go!" Lothar

was sweating all over his brow, feeling

was the one in the room who was most reluctant

if Ciril really died, an upheaval would

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 Families of Morhen—their survival

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