"What..."


    Wilk looked on, finallying to his senses.


    Both the brat and the man with her were martial artists, and the security guards he spent so much on did not evenst a blow!


    "W-Who are you?!"


    Fear seizing him right then, Wilk kept his arms around his son as he stumbled backward.


    "Who am I?"


    Frank sneered. "You don''t deserve to know!"


    Projecting two strands of pure vigor at his fingertips, heunched both with a flick.


    Wilk lost his bnce and dropped to his knees right then, as overwhelming agony erupted from his kneecaps.


    His son, still in his arms, grunted as they both copsed.


    Wilk then looked up to see that he was kneeling in front of the unconscious Lauren. A sense of humiliation seized him, causing his insides to churn and his cheeks to flush.


    "You bastard! Do you know who I am?!" he bellowed. "I''m the CEO of Wilktrade! The Jankos and the Sunzers have my back! Now get down on your knees and beg, and I just might let you keep a pretty corpse-" Smack!


    Kat strode up and pped him across the face before he could finish, snorting. "You talk too much!"


    Wilk shook with fury to see that the brat was still strutting in his face, raising a shaking finger at her as he bellowed, "Fine... You''re both dead! You will both rest in pieces!"


    Then, he raised his head and yelled, "Mrs. Zeigt Call the Sunzers and the Jankos right now! Tell them that I, Wilk Sturgeon, have been attacked in my own house by two martial artists!"


    "O-Okay!"


    Mrs. Zeig, who had been hiding outside, fled without even looking back.


    Kat was going to chase after her, but Frank remained impassive, raising a hand to stop her. "Let her go."


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    "Hahaha!" Wilkughed maniacally in turn. "You really don''t know anything, do you?! Barring the Four Families of Morhen, the Jankos are the strongest n in Morhen! You''re dead, I tell you! Dead!"


    Frank did not appear surprised or panicked despite Wilk''s hysterics.N?velDrama.Org owns all ? content.


    He simply waved his hand, piercing Mrs. Sturgeon''s kneecaps, and she fell to her knees with a thud just like her husband. However, she was far less calm, clutching her knees and howling hysterically while cursing Frank with every expletive there was.


    "Since you''re all here now..."


    Frank slowly walked up and lifted Patek by the corner and flung him beside the unconscious Lauren like a chick.


    "Since you bought one of Lauren''s kidneys for 500 grand, I''m buying it back at the same price."


    As Wilk, his wife, Kali, and Patek looked on in shock, Frank whipped out a checkbook from his chest pocket, wrote the number, and flung it at Wilk''s feet.


    "W-What are you doing?!" Wilk demanded, even as rm bells rang in his head.


    He saw that the amount on the white check was indeed 500 thousand dors and realized right away that Frank was not joking around.


    "What am I doing?" Frank nced at Wilk, actually feeling puzzled.