Frank nced at Seth even as hey on the floor..


    If Fred did not hurt Seth, he could pull some strings and ensure Fred’s safety.


    However, Flying Sword Sect would not rest when Seth was now basically castrated.


    “What, you can’t do it?” Fred asked, staring at Frank.


    “I can, and you have my word,” Frank replied tly.


    His phone then rang with a phone call from Trevor. “Hello, Mr. Lawrence? Where are you right now?”


    “Brock Estates‘ offices. What’s wrong?” Frank replied.


    “Galen Yaffe, the chief of Flying Sword Sect’s Riverton branch, just sent all his boys to your location,”


    Trevor said urgently. “Do you know what happened there?”


    Frank scratched his head. “Fred Lawrence blew Seth Yaffe’s balls off. Also, we still have Seth in our


    hands.”


    Trevor gasped right then and stammered, “T–Then what are you going to do? Start a war with Flying


    Sword Sect?”


    “Sure, if they want one,” Frank replied nonchntly.


    They had already insulted the branch chief, and he was never going to let this slide.


    If anything, he would like to make it fast and was certainly not worried about making more


    enemies.


    “Understood,” Tervore replied and hung up.


    Frank turned back to Fred. “Now, tell me–how did you upset Seth over there?”


    Fred told him everything in detail, and Frank nodded as he walked up to Seth. “Hey, kid–my boy was


    going to spare you, but you blindsided him instead? You deserve this, to be honest.” Seth’s face was


    pale, and he had long since lost all sensation beneath the belt.


    He was now a cripple, and he certainly could curse endlessly at the other two men, but it was pure


    agony just to move. “Motherfuckers… My dad will kill you both for what you did to me!” “We’ve already


    come this far.” Frank snorted, waving him off. “You can stop talking tough


    now.”


    As he slowly rose to his feet, a middle–aged man strode into the lobby and barked, “Are you here, Mr.


    Frank Lawrence?”


    Frank stepped outside in response and looked downstairs. “Right here. Can I help you?”


    “The name is Quentin Zodac.” The man smiled in greeting, his expression perfectly neutral.” As Flying


    Sword Sect’s Riverton branch’s chief servant, I’m here to negotiate this issue. I was told


    you


    have Master Seth in your custody?” “Indaad 11-1


    “Sir, I have to inform you that this is our turf, and your friend was causing trouble,” Quentin said


    lengthily, having been informed about everything by Seth’s bodyguards. “Your friend. hurt Master Seth,


    and his retaliation was justified self–defense. Don’t you think that your action is disagreeable?”


    Frank smiled. “Oh, you–my friend came to murder Brock Summer and Marian Henley, while your boy


    struck him with a dirty move, and he’s not supposed to fight back? Also, if you’re here to negotiate,


    then state your terms already.”


    Quentin sped his hands behind his back in response. “Master Yaffe is right outside, and he has


    spoken–those who weren’t involved will be deemed innocent. That is, as long as Master Seth is safe,


    and Fred Lawrence dies.”


    “Haha!” Frankughed coldly. “A real optimist, huh? But no–he only gets to choose one.”Text ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.