Jan quickly said, “Listen to me, Kim. That’s not true-”


    Smack!


    Kim pped Jan across the face before he could finish.


    Biting her lip as she red at him furiously, she snapped, “I never knew you were that horrible. Our


    engagement is over.”


    “No, stop! Kim–it’s all just nder! Frank is trying to nder me!” Jan cried.


    He reached for her shoulder, but she shook him off and snapped, “You can tell that to my grandfather.”


    And with that, she stormed out of the clubhouse, with Liv hurrying after her. “Wait for me, Ms. White…”


    “Kim…” Jan was about to give chase, but Frank stood in his way. “You were clearly ndering me


    earlier, kiddo. What are you going to do about that?”


    Vicky stood beside Frank, folding her arms before her chest as she added coldly, “Exactly. You’d better


    exin your actions here.‘


    Jan was left gritting his teeth as he red at Frank furiously. “You piece of shit. I should’ve known you’d


    resort to such cheap tricks…”


    “No, you’re just that stupid.” Frank snorted in disdain. “Get down on your knees and apologize, and I


    just might spare you.”


    “Apologize?! Fuck off!” Jan red at him spitefully. “I’m the heir of the Yaffe family–hell, I don’t mind


    telling you that you’ll be dead soon enough! You killed my cousin and crippled my uncle! We would’ve


    “What?” Vicky eximed in surprise.


    She was just away for a few days, and something that important had already gone down?!


    On the other hand, seeing that Jan was refusing to apologize, Frank kicked him squarely in the


    chest.


    “Oof-” Jan grunted as he was sent flying.


    As soon as hended, he quickly got up, but Frank was already in front of him.


    He kicked Jan again, shattering his kneecaps!


    “Argh!” Jan screamed hysterically as he dropped feebly to his knees.


    He tried to resist but just could not free himself from Frank’s arm at all.


    It was only then that he realized his uncle was not exaggerating when he said Frank crippled his


    cultivation!


    “Fuck you, Frank Lawrence… Fucking die already…” He could only curse Frank endlessly on his


    knees, since he could not get up with his broken kneecaps.


    “Whoa…”


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    Everyone watching was left gasping.


    “Fuck me… did that bastard really just beat up Jan Yaffe?”


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    “Well, Flying Sword Sect is going to kill him now.”


    “What, hadn’t you heard? The man already has a grudge against them.”


    A man in a suit chuckled just then. “Anyway… if there’s nothing else, I’ll be going. Appointment with a


    doctor in the afternoon, I think.”


    Everyone else quickly excused themselves as well, perfectly aware that there would be a battle


    between the Turnbulls and Flying Sword Sect soon.


    They certainly did not want to get involved, let alone to catch the heat.


    And with that, everyone fled the banquet.


    Vicky and Yara were not leaving, however, watching as Frank stood above Jan and looked down coolly


    at him. “Go on, call your daddy. It’s time I settle things with Flying Sword Sect.”


    “Fine,” Jan wheezed. “Just you wait. Let’s see if you’d–still strut when my dad’s here…”


    As Jan quickly called his father, Frank was not idling either.


    Whipping out his phone, he handily texted a number hemitted to memory.