At the sight of Frank’s insolence, the other goons were all provoked.
“Let’s go together!” they shouted all at once and charged toward Frank as one.
Clang!
Frank aimed with perfect timing, kicking another charging goon through yet another window.
The other goons were naturally not spared either, and Frank remained standing on the table as he stopped all of them from passing him.
Over ten of the goons were sent flying in under half a minute, and since they were sent flying out of the window from the twentieth floor, surviving was basically out of the question.
Their screams were harrowing enough. Seeing Frank’s nonchalance on top of that left the board members who had just sworn fealty to Helen dead silent.
However, they were all rejoicing inwardly that they were not being stubborn enough to stick with Kallum against their new board chairman.
Otherwise, Helen would have them thrown out the window instead at that point, compensation would be a little too late.
They would certainly lose everything when they were dead!
“H-Help…”
The last goon was clearly petrified, and he threw away his machete to turn and run.
“Running?”
Clang!
Frank leapt off the table and grabbed him by the head, smashing him into the remaining window.
The goon was briefly stunned as the window shattered.
And by the time he came to his senses, he found half of himself hanging outside the window, and he started screaming endlessly. Holding the goon by the back of his collar, Frank asked, “Tell me, who are you boys? Who’s the one backing Kallum?”
His fingers seemed to loosen for a moment just then and the goon could feel himself falling, causing him to scream again.
As the goon stared downward at the ant-like pedestrians along the street, his face turned pale and his legs trembled.
He almost did not hesitate to wet himself.
“No! Don’t he screamed. “We’re
just… hired muscle from Victorget… And our boss is Cadum Springer. He has connections in Morhen! You can’t kill me! You can’t-Argh!”
Frank released the goon out of impatience before he could finish.
Even if he tried to make himself sound important, he was a death dealer at best and a common thug at worst. Since they were so ready to draw blood, it could well mean that they were already involved with murder.
If anything, ridding them was justice.
And once he was done, Frank dusted his perfectly clean hands and returned to stand behind Helen.
The vibes in the entire conference were different now, with every board member staring at Frank in fear. No matter how slow they were, they could see that Frank was a martial elite and a formidable one at that.
It was not surprising now that Helen basically came alone-her backup was enough.
Helen slowly walked toward Kallum
just then, her red lips curling into a sneer as she folded her arms before her chest. “How about that, Mr. Gaetz? Are you going to give up your seat or not?”
Kallum came to his senses at her question and promptly stood up, respectfully making way for her.
Nonetheless, Helen did not sit.
She merely cast a look of disgust at
the chair Kallum sat on before
turning toward the other board members and pursing her lips. “So, what do you think we should do with Mr Gaetz now?”
“Any ideas? Feel free to speak your mind.”
