Frank snapped at the Turnbull ckguards coolly, "You were sent here, so you should be doing the Turnbulls'' bidding as told. I don''t care what prejudice you hold against me, but my n is the best in this situation. So unless you have a better n, shut up and do as you''re told!"


    While Frank''s attitude drew much shouts of disapproval from the Turnbull ckguards, Jet was holding his gaze and said firmly, "I believe Mr. Lawrence''s n makes sense in this situation. We have the numbers, and splitting up makes searching easier."


    "But..."


    "No buts," Jet snapped, his brow easing as he said quietly, "This address is close from here. The sooner we secure evidence, the sooner we''ll be able to assist Mr. Lawrence."


    Turning to level an impassive stare at Frank, he asked, "Right?"


    "Right." Frank nodded.


    "Good. Let''s move!" Jet waved, and all the Turnbull ckguards hurried to the address Frank provided.


    Frank himself hurried to Jundo Showtown.


    Meanwhile, Vicky had arrived outside Jundo Showtown after rity told her to go there alone if she wanted to save her father.


    She never told Glen where she was going, only bringing five of the best Turnbull ckguards and heading to Jundo Showtown post haste.


    It was the Soranos'' turf, and a ce of vices.


    As soon as Vicky arrived, a waiter who appeared to have been waiting approached her, leading her to the elevator that took her down to the first basement level.


    Once the door opened, she was repulsed both physically and mentally as she found herself staring at a grand masquerade ball.


    Naturally, it was a ball only in name-in reality, it was an asion where the rich and powerful took off their clothes and usual facade, under the anonymity behind their masks.Published by N?v''elD/rama.Org.


    There was no sanity or morals to speak of here. Pink lights overhead illuminated the worst of humanity with crowds cheering the scantily dressed women dancing on the stage, all of them intoxicated with alcohol.


    Sif Lionheart had two handsome men in each arm, and her eyes lit up when she saw Vicky step out of the elevator.


    "Hahaha... You really came! Bring her to me!" she promptly bellowed at the Lionheart bodyguards around her.


    Even after Vicky was dragged there and forced to kneel, it took her some effort to recognize the person in the dimly lit room. "Sif?!"


    "Hahaha... Didn''t expect this, did


    you?!" Sifughed. "I spent a fortune


    just to have ckrock pass my message, and you had to fall for such a simple trick. Tut, tut... You really are the best daughter @father could ask for!"


    "What do you want?!" Vicky snapped indignantly.


    "What do I want?" Sif giggled, pushing off the men in her way and strode up to Vicky, brandishing a switchde around Vicky''s cheeks. "To repay your family''s kind


    hospitality, of course! I wonder what Frank Lawrence would think now that you''re in my hands."


    "Don''t get ahead of yourself, Sif!" Vicky snapped defiantly. "Our ckguards will be here soon!"


    "ckguards? Oh, right! I was told some maggots tried to sneak in, but my men dealt with them."


    Sif pped her hands, and several corpses were thrown out of the elevator.


    Vicky paled when she saw that they were the Turnbull ckguards she brought, only for Sif to notice them and dispose of them so quickly!