Jackie gulped and promptly throw his hands up when he saw the horrific re in Vicky’s eyes. “I was


    just joking, Ms. Turnbull. Don’t take me seriously.


    “Joking, was it?”


    Vicky, however, picked up a steel pipe, adjusted her grip, and swung it at Jackie’s head, drawing blood:


    instantly!


    Jackie’s goons started forward but stopped in fear when Frank shot them a look.


    Argh!!!” Jackie cried even as he clutched his head. “Alright, I’m sorry, Ms. Turnbull! I’ll pay you right


    now.”


    Vicky shot him a re of contempt. “As you should. Now wire it right now.”


    This time, Jackie did not hesitate to bark at his secretary to transfer the money.


    Once Vicky received it soon enough, he wiped his sweat and asked, “We’re even now, Ms. Turnbull.


    So, can you just go….?”


    не


    “Sure, but I did say I’d make you wish you were dead.”


    Vicky’s eyes shed murderously, and before Jackie could understand what was happening, Vicky


    swung the steel pipe up Jackie’s crotch!


    “Argh!!!”


    A blood–curdling scream resound over the factory, and Jackie passed out in agony.


    Frank pursed his lips–even he felt a chill between his legs from that swing.


    “Let’s go.” Vicky waved and led Frank and the others out of the factory.


    Naturally, none of the goons nearby dared to stop them.


    A breeze blew outside the factory. Vicky’s clothes pped against the wind, giving her the bearing of a


    mafia boss.


    After they got in their car, Frank turned toward the bruised and battered Cliff and said tly, “Raise


    your arm.”


    Cliff was surprised but did as he was told.


    Frank held his arm and suddenly clenched!


    “Argh!” Cliff yelped.


    “I’ve realigned your arm for now,” Frank said, “though you should see a doctor at the hospital


    anyway.”


    “T–Thanks…” Cliff said, studying Frank for a while and eventually asking, “You knocked off my


    cor button before, didn’t you?”


    “What?” Frank asked, perplexed.


    Cliff inhaled deeply. “When we sparred at Turnbull Vi, I noticed afterward that my cor button was


    gone. Did you knock it off?”


    He had found out afterward that the button had been dislodged, strings and all. However, it was not


    until today that he truly saw the depth of Frank’s power that he realized Frank was the one who had


    knocked it off.


    Frank nodded in turn. “It was me.”


    Cliff was at once humiliated and could hide right then. “Why did you hold back?”


    Frank shrugged. “Out of respect for Ms. Turnbull, whose family you serve.”


    Vicky nced at the rearview mirror in turn. “Alright–now that we’ve all acknowledged each other as


    allies, never belittle Mr. Lawrence again, Cliff.”


    In fact, she brought Frank here to collect Jackie’s debt just to show Cliff the extent of Frank’s strength,


    or Cliff would really think himself peerless.


    Naturally, they more or less took him down a peg as well.


    “Certainly not.” Cliff nodded.


    After some thought, he added, “That being said, Ms. Turnbull, the Szars will definitelye after


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    us now, especially after we’ve crippled one of their own.”