Drake did a double take and demanded, “Then what do you want?”


    Frank growled imposingly, “Vicky spent thirty million dors for this fight. Pay up.”


    Vicky’s heart could leap out of her throat at Frank’s words–the Chandlers would never agree to such an


    unreasonable demand! If anything, she would be plenty happy to have the Chandlers out of her hair!


    Property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    To no surprise, Wilf snapped furiously, “You’re out of line!”


    “That’s enough!” Drake bellowed at him. “It’s just thirty million. I’ll


    pay.”


    Vicky and Yara froze right then, and the same went without saying for Wilf and the other bigwigs.


    “Sir… Don’t you think that’s too much?” Wilf asked skeptically.


    Drake red at Wilf and growled, “Are you telling me what to do?”


    “Urk… No, of course not.”


    “Then shut up.‘


    With that, Drank quickly had one of his men transfer thirty million dors to Vicky’s ount. This


    concludes all business between us. Our families shall stay out of each other’s way from


    now on.”


    And with that, Drake strode out of the rear entrance of Tycon Dojo.


    Wilf was certainly dissatisfied but had no choice but to follow.


    “Sir, why would you—”


    Before he could finish his question, Drake suddenly turned pale, dropped to his knees, and coughed


    out a mouthful of blood!


    “What?! What happened to you, sir?!” Wilf cried even as he helped Drake to his feet.


    Drake sighed lengthily. “It’s Frank Lawrence.‘


    “What? Didn’t he just kick you once?”


    “And it almost killed me,” Drake groaned. “I was just acting tough… I thought it’d be easy, but I didn’t


    think the Turnbulls had someone that strong on their side. It seems that we’ll have to stop upsetting


    them for now…”


    Wilf flinched in fear right then, knowing that he cheated death since he had almost fought Frank…


    “Get me a sealed room where I can heal,” Drake added just then. “And don’t mess with the Turnbulls


    for a while.”


    “Yes, Mr. Chandler…” Wilf quickly replied and left with Drake.


    Outside Tycon Dojo, the various bigwigs had already left.


    After all, they hade to see who woulde out on top between the Turnbulls and Chandlers, only


    to be denied their entertainment!


    As Vicky and the clothes left the dojo, Vicky asked Frank, “What rank have you reached, Frank?


    IT


    Frank shrugged. “Birthright.”


    “W–What?” Cliff was stunned. “Birthright at your age?”


    Frank nodded. “Just reached it a few days ago.”


    Cliff gulped–Frank had no reason to exaggerate, and he had definitely reached Birthright as he said.


    What was more, he was just in his twenties! Cliff was already in his thirties but merely an initiate in


    vigor!


    Talk about a frustrating rivalry!


    “Are you Skyrank, Mr. Lawrence?” Yara quickly pressed.


    Frank shook his head. “I don’t know about Skyrank or Earthrank. I’ll take down anyone who stands in


    my way.”