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

away and

as good as

when Yed chuckled coolly. "Mr. Loggins has already identified the

Abel nodded and breathed a sigh

really be humiliated if some youth

was when Ned

raised a hand, stopping him. "It's fine. It's

"I can treat this poison, but I will need five silver needles—one

heard the man! Go!" Lothar barked at the servants

was sweating all over his brow,

one in the room who

if Ciril really died,

would quickly disband and leave, while the rest of them would be reduced to a succulent chunk of meat that

pursuit to rise as one of the Four Families of Morhen—their

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