With the advantage in hand, even Titus'' tone was no longer polite as he growled, "Get down on your


    knees and kill yourself, Frank Lawrence, and I''ll let you have a pretty corpse."


    None of the bodyguards he brought were pushovers. Even Frank would have a hard time fighting over


    a hundred of them, and to make things worse, Titus was a full-fledged Birthright rank elite, while there


    were over a dozen other Birthright rank elites among his bodyguards.


    There was certainly no escape for Frank, but he simply chuckled. "Hah! And I was wondering how


    impressive you''d be, Titus Lionheart, when you''re already proving overconfident on our first meeting.


    Also, sending this many people against one man? Don''t you feel embarrassed even if you did manage


    to kill me?"


    "A lion goes all out even when huntring a mere hare." Titus sneered, not about to underestimate Frank


    because of his gloating. "I know you Lawrences, and we''d never win without sending in all we have.


    Dignity matters not for me when ites to eliminating my enemies once and for all."


    "Heh..." Frank chuckled despite Titus'' words. "And you brought them all from Morhen, didn''t you? I''ll


    admit that they are all good men too, but haven''t you heard this saying?"


    "What?" Titus raised a brow.


    "Never kick a ho''s nest!" Frankughed icily. "Riverton is not under the Lionhearts'' rule!"


    With that, he tapped the dial button on his phone.


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    The doors of Graves Mansion were suddenly kicked open for the umpteenth time.


    Then, a bunch of thugs with weapons charged inside, with their leader bellowing, "I''m Bravo Lambert of


    East City! I''ve brought my men to assist Mr. Lawrence!"


    Titus actually did a double take as he saw the roguish-looking thugs, each of whom were incapable of


    controlling their vigor at all.


    Then, he roared withughter. "Oh, Frank Lawrence. Is this your so-called ho''s nest? A few


    hundred thugs?! Did you just want to make meugh?! My bodyguards don''t even need half an hour to


    wipe them out!"


    "Hahaha!!!" Chaz and Neil wereughing too, with Chaz scoffing, "Did you think you''d hold your against


    the Lionhearts with these hoodlums? What''s the point of numbers if they''re weak? Did you get kicked in


    the head by an ass? You really don''t understand the full power of the Lionhearts!"


    "What a clown." Wilburt was snorting nearby, folding his fat arms before his chest in disdain.


    Every Lionheart bodyguard was a martial elite, and Frank only sent some street thugs after them?!


    Nheless, all their smiles soon faded.


    While Bravo''s thugs upied the southern doors, the northern doors were kicked open as well.


    Then, a formally dressed Robert and his daughter Yara arrived with their men—though there were not


    many of them, they were each martial elites.


    "Robert Quill, governor of Riverton, here to assist Mr. Lawrence to crash this wedding!"


    After him, more men charged inside, led by a smiling Gerald Simmons and his son, Tidus. "We''re here


    too, Mr. Lawrence! Sorry, I could only bring a little over four hundred strong."


    "Hahaha!" Tim Yatesughed heartily as he led his men into the hall as well. "Don''t get full of yourself


    when you can only bring this many!"