On the other hand, Peter was at once petrified.


    He knew that Frank was a terrific martial artist, but Zomber Tower-Zomber Group''s office building-was a nest of vipers... it was the Blood Wolves'' gang base before they split up!


    Even if there were no one stronger than the Hansen brothers among their ranks, they still had a ton of martial artists.Content from N?velDr(a)ma.Org.


    Coupled with the other goons and guts, they numbered up to a thousand strong-they could simply overwhelm Frank with their ranks!


    Still, Peter gulped as he was afraid to speak up and directly refuse Frank, instead sitting on the floor and shaking his head, making it clear that he did not have the balls. "Fine, then fuck off. I don''t have to do anything here." Frank chuckled as he turned to leave. "They''lle for you anyway if you don''t get thatnd back for them."


    Peter was left staring nkly at that and shuddered as he suddenly remembered Kit''s savage re.


    Frank was right-Peter could even imagine his death if Kit did not get thatnd lot.


    He did not hesitate to scramble up to Frank, nodding repeatedly. "Okay, okay! I''ll take you to Kit right now! As long as you help me, you can be my daddy!" Frank felt sick to his stomach even as he narrowed his eyes at Peter''s insipid words-if he became Peter''s dad, Gina would be his...


    Glowering right then, he snapped, "Shut it! Don''t say a word-don''t do anything other than lead the way, or I''m tearing your head off. Do you understand?!" "Okay, okay..." Peter nodded in fear and said nothing else.


    On the other hand, the Lanecorp security guards around them were worried. "Mr. Lawrence, are you really going to Zomber Tower? You could bring more men..." Frank waved them off. "It''s fine. I can handle this myself-oh, and tell Helen that I''m going out on an errand, and I''ll be right back."


    "Oh, okay!"


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    With everything settled, Frank had Peter drive, while he whipped out his phone to call Terry Cotton.


    "Yes, Mr. Lawrence? What are our orders?" Terry asked enthusiastically.


    Even if he and his fellow gang members were not particrly civilized, they were a grateful bunch and keen to repay Frank.


    His call certainly sent them abuzz, as they were basically waiting for his orders.


    Frank was in turn ncing at Peter


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    Cotton, do you know where Zomber Tower is?"


    "T-Terry Cotton?!"


    The car skidded as Peter flinched at the name and lost his grip on the steering wheel.


    "Eyes on the road!" Frank shot him a cold re.


    Peter quickly nodded and shed an awkward smile, but he subtly craned his neck to eavesdrop on Frank''s call.


    "Oh, Mr. Lawrence! That''s about the only thing I''d know, as a member-I mean, a former member of the Blood Wolves!!"


    On the other end, Terry was yapping


    endlessly "Zomber Tower had been the gang''s base, although the Bleeders remain the biggest subset of the gang."


    Frank remembered at Terry''s mentioning.