Sif kept laughing. “There’s so many men waiting for their turn with her too… Upsets you a lot, doesn’t it? Good! That’s the look I wanted to see on your face-but don’t worry, you’ll be making an even more amusing one soon enough, as you watch your woman being fucked from afar while you can do nothing! Oh, it’s killing me!”
Then, she turned toward the man in the dog mask who had froze on stage, snapping, “Did I tell you to stop?! Get going! This is an order-you have the Lionhearts standing between you and Frank Lawrence, so you’re safe from him! Make him watch as you have your way with his woman!”
While Sif turned back to Frank, rearing her chin gleefully, the man in the dog mask appeared taken aback but soon laughed shrilly.
“Hahaha! What a thrill! I like it!!!” he exclaimed, almost stuttering in his enthusiasm. “Don’t worry, Ms. Turnbull. I will show you such heavenly pleasure that you’ll forget about him soon enough!”
After all, what did he have to fear with the Lionhearts backing him? That brat in the distance would end up watching as he did it… And the thought was even more exciting than just taking Vicky’s first time! “Move an inch, and you’ll regret it,” Frank suddenly said.
His tone was unexpectedly calm, but it was like the calm before the storm.
“What?”
The man in the dog mask did a double take but soon pointed at Frank as he laughed. “Who do you think you are?! I have the Lionhearts’ protection! You need to get past them before you can threaten me! Don’t move, you say? Hell no! Not only will I move, but your girl will also break under my moves!”
Laughing savagely, the man in the dog mask started to reach downward.
That was when Frank looked up, his lips parting as he breathed, “Go.”
Bang!
“Argh!!!”
The man in the dog mask let out a blood-curdling scream, clutching his groin which suddenly exploded like a bomb, blowing his testicles into pieces.
“I warned you,” Frank growled icily, rearing his chin.
“H-How dare you… I’ll kill you!” the man in the dog mask shrieked.
However, the explosion had also loosen his mask, and everyone could see who he was-he was Leslie Kon, son of the Morhen garrison’s deputy commander.
“What?!”
“Shit, it’s him…”
“It’s the deputy commander’s son!”
Leslie could certainly hear them talking, but he could not care less as he turned towards Sif and bellowed, “He attacked me! What the fuck are you doing by just standing there?!”
Sif was furious too. She flung her cigarette on the ground, pointing at Frank and snapping, “Hah! How dare you attack my guest when you’re surrounded! You’ve really done it now! Guards, take him and cut off his limbs! I want him to watch as the other guests have their w with his woman!”
“Yes, ma’am!”
At her orders, the Lionheart bodyguards drew their weapons and charged at Frank.
