Jan smiled faintly, "He's arrogant, but he's strong. Right now, your objective is to save your strength and subjugate every Turnbull at the central ballroom, and rise as the new head of the Turnbull family. No loose ends." "Yes, sir." Rob Turnbull nodded, saluting Jan in turn before leading his men away.

Before he did, he leveled a cold, murderous look at Frank as if his fate was sealed.

Soon, the doors of ballroom three closed with a loud bang, leaving just Frank and Jan.

And seeing that there was no one else around, Frank looked up and asked, "So, the challenge issued by the South Sea Crow-that was you?"

"Indeed." Jan nodded and grinned. "You need an appropriate excuse if you want to claim control over a big cake like the Turnbulls, don't you agree?"

"Where is she?" Frank demanded, narrowing his eyes.

Glen had told him the challenge was the South Sea Crow's own writing, meaning that it was definitely Ciaran Zobel.

And Jan had her.

"I've dealt with her."

no longer holds any worth to us, us Lionhearts

anything from his

Lionhearts had captured her, once

Lionhearts could abide by the

shrugged just then. "We've found out a lot about you after

"You asked for this!"

name, and he no longer held back, his

a warrior wearing silver

that Frank was attacking and smiled as

black shield materialized in front of him, repelling Frank's sword as he swung his

per the agreement, no one said we

of a black lion, over a hundred meters in length and breaking through

the same, breathing black pure vigor that incinerated all of Ballroom

the black lion that appeared behind them

breath. Let's get

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