Vicky breathed a sigh of relief when Frank appeared, but Jet and the other Turnbull blackguards were immediately snapping at him. "What have you been doing, Frank Lawrence?!"

"Why weren't you protecting Ms. Turnbull?! What were you doing down there by yourself?!"

Frank was so shocked by their accusations that his vigor churned, aggravating his blood and causing him to cough out a mouthful of blood.

"Are you alright, Frank?!" A petrified Vicky hurried to his side before wheeling on Jet and the other Turnbull blackguards with a furious glare.

"How many times do I have to tell you?!" she bellowed. "Frank was fighting one of the Lionhearts' best, and none of you helped him! And you're now snapping at him after he won?!" "Forgive me, Ms. Turnbull, but we're supposed to prioritize your safety," Jet replied, frowning and clearly upset that Frank was alive.

In fact, Frank vaguely sensed his look of disappointment when he stepped out of the elevator.

"Heh. Well, that's not important." Frank gestured at Vicky that he could stand on his own and strode up to Jet. "So? Did you find the evidence?"

if

flared again he had the sense that Clarity's information was on the

could not find evidence was

Frank's displeasure, Jet simply shrugged. "Someone took the witness hostage when my men arrived,

the wall even as he roared, "And

know."

Frank's eyes widened as he glared at Jet in fury. "I told you to send

to follow your orders. In fact, we should be finding out what you were up to-which was what did. I followed you all the way here to Jundo Showtown, after which I rallied

by the collar.

remained impassive. "Because it's impossible to save your father now. But if we save you, there's still a chance

was left

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