Frank glowered as he projected his pure vigor. It manifested into a hammer out of thin air, swinging


    straight toward Jaud''s chest!


    "Hell no!"


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    Jaud suddenly leapt several meters into the air, dodging Frank''s hammer.


    He clearly had no intention to fight Frank as he fled wildly out of the factory.


    Given how fast he moved, he was clearly pretending to be maimed before.


    "You''re running now? Toote!"


    Frank''s pure vigor was still connected to him even after he projected it—it was an ability unique to the


    Five-Peat Archaeus.


    And with a wave of his hand, Frank turned the hammer that shot past Jaud back to him.


    "What?!"


    Jaud thought he was safe as soon as he dodge the hammer earlier and did not expect it to still be


    under Frank''s control!


    As the hammer turned back to him, it struck him squarely in the chest this time, sending him flying even


    as screamed.


    "Gurk!" Jaud''s chest was sunken, and he was coughing blood as well as pieces of his own lungs into


    the air.


    Hended heavily before Frank, his life quickly draining from his body even as he squeezed out the


    words, "Hundred Bane Sect of South Sea wille for you... Donn Lawrence..."


    With those words, Jaud''s neck suddenly hung limp as he stopped breathing.


    "So you''re the Hundred Bane Sect''s filth." Frank snorted coldly.


    The Hundred Bane Sect was the most vile and hated sect in the South Sea, infamous for their


    depraved arts in poisoning and assassination.


    Naturally, they were no one of the South Sea Four, but they had a hand in the fall of Mystic Sky Sect''s


    nheless.


    If anything, Jaud''s death could count as added interest in Frank''s quest for vengeance.


    Still, while Frank was thinking about how he should deal with Jaud''s corpse, a group of men entered


    from the back door, stopping when they saw Frank.


    Mr. White?!" Someone sharp-eyed quickly spotted Jaud dead and not breathing on the floor.


    The rest became restless right then. "Mr. White is dead?! Who are you?!


    Frank nced at them and saw that they all wore Szar uniforms.


    They were all hired muscles, and there were dozens of them.


    Not bothered to stay, Frank picked up Jaud''s corpse and leapt out of the factory.


    "Stop!"


    "Hold it!"


    The hired muscle all chased after him, while Frank found Bravo and his men waiting by the curb as


    they were told.


    Seeing someone running toward him, Bravo quickly stood up.


    His eyes narrowed when he saw that it was Frank, carrying a body over his shoulder.


    "Mr. Lawrence, who—"


    Frank simply gestured at the Szars'' goons and said quietly, "I''ve dealt with the poisoner. The rest is


    up to you."


    "Who!"


    "That''s amazing, Mr. Lawrence!"


    Bravo''s men were all gaping and looking at Frank worshipfully, as he had dealt with the Szars''


    poisoner so easily!


    "Hahaha!" Bravoughed. "You can expect nothing less from Mr. Lawrence. Now that the poisoner is


    dead, I have nothing to fear!"