Seeing that Damon had Vicky, Frank did not hesitate. “Deal.”
His quick response actually left Damon taken aback. “Are you sure, kid? Were you really listening to what I’m saying?”
Despite his nonchalant expression, his eyes were glued to Frank, as if to read what was really on Frank’s mind.
“I am, though I have a condition in return,” Frank said and pointed at Vicky. “I’m not interested in the Turnbulls’ affairs, but the Lionhearts are not to bother Vicky’s immediate family in Riverton.”
“Sure.” Damon nodded, but he soon snorted.
Both his eyes and Frank’s narrowed, reading each other’s intentions right then.
Damon was just using Vicky to divert Frank’s attention and find an opening, while Frank was just responding haphazardly in his attempt to get Vicky back.
For Frank’s part, he could see that the old man was more than met the eye, and the fact that he easily agreed to Frank’s request meant he was at minimum a Lionheart executive. On the other hand, Damon was narrowing his eyes warily.
He could see that while Frank merely completed Birthright rank, his pure vigor was solid, even flawless.
Moreover, if Damon killed Vicky now, Frank would definitely tell the Turnbulls what had happened… and he was not a hundred percent assured that he could take Frank down.
A minute of silence ensued between both men.
In fact, it was not even them who stopped the stalemate-it was Vicky, whom Damon had caught in a restraining hold.
Seeing that the old man and Frank’s attention was fixed on each other, she endured the pain to subtly pick up Sif’s switchblade and stab Damon in the hip!
It was sheer coincidence that Damon’s hip was wounded three years ago, during the siege of Mystic Sky Sect.
That was the only weak point he had, and even the pure vigor protecting it was thin.
To make things worse, Vicky sunk
the switchblade squarely on a
meridian, causing him to flinchel
release her neck.
“What-“
Bang!
Even before Damon could react, Frank seized his chance, unleashing the Five-Peat Archaeus and the Death Eater simultaneously. He lunged at Damon, grabbing him and slamming him into a wall in the distance!
The entire building shook, and screams resounded all around as they thought an earthquake had struck.
“Ahem…”
As the dust settled, Damon slowly rose from the floor, wiping the blood off the corner of his lips.
Behind him, a huge crater was left on the wall.
“Darling!” Vicky shouted at Frank, who was still down on one knee.
“I’m fine! Get out of here!” Frank shouted, his eyes still fixed on Damon as he wiped the blood from his mouth too. “Okay!” Vicky was smart enough to understand that she would burden Frank if she stayed, and she turned to run. “Death Eater, huh? I see… And I wondered why you kept messing with our plans.”
Damon spoke solemnly, his
expression now serious and his
gaze cool. “So you’re Donn Lawrence, the brat who fled the fall
of Mystic Sky Sect, and the only son of the Lord of the Southern Woods!”
“Donn Lawrence is dead,” Frank said, rising to his feet, his gaze impassive. “I’m now Frank Lawrence.”
