Frank appeared perplexed-why would Peter come to him?

A while ago, Peter was appointed as deputy to Terry Cotton, who worked as a team captain in Lanecorp's health and security department.

Under usual circumstances, Peter had Frank's number and could just call him if anything happened.

But he did not and came to Frank personally? And he was in bad shape?

Sensing something ominous, Frank left Lily the secretary and dashed downstairs.

At the first-floor lobby, Frank found Peter bleeding from the gut as he sat by the entrance.

He was bleeding all over, causing a commotion in the lobby.

"What happened, Peter?!" Frank exclaimed as he squeezed his way through the crowd and rushed to Peter's side.

"Brother... Chief..."

he struggled to lift his bloodstained hands. "Four men attacked the bar we gathered in... They had big guns, and they killed

Guns?!" Frank was

given licenses to carry one. Others would need

they were clearly a big deal and really

bullets unless they reached Birthright rank, and even then, they could only stop

words,

Frank did the math

projecting a spiraling burst of pure vigo to seal Peter's acupoints, stopping

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on

you know where they come from? What about Terry? What's he doing?" Frank asked Peter even as he

made it out, but he was shot too and fell unconscious... They rushed him to the hospital already. I can't find my phone, so I rushed here to warn

quiet, scowling as he watched Peter cough

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