“Well, you asked for it!”
Frank’s eyes flashed coldly as he retaliated with an outstretched palm, pulverizing Vin’s knuckle instantly.
“Huh?!”
Frank could clearly feel his bones shattering and stood staring blankly at his palm even as Vin screamed.
He did not use that much strength, did he?
He had intended to use his palm to deflect Vin’s oncoming fist, before he punched and pulverized Vin’s head with a punch, killing him.
Naturally, he did not expect his palm to pulverize Vin’s knuckles anyway, just like mincemeat!
In fact, he was so shocked he stood, dumbstruck, forgetting to press his attack and unable to regain his senses. “My pure vigor is the same, so it’s only my body’s fortitude that has changed. What’s going on here?!”
That was when Mos bellowed, “What the hell did you just do?!”
His face fell when he saw Frank crushed his brother’s knuckle so easily and charged at him, ready for payback.
“Heh…” Frank finally came to his senses at Vin’s outburst, and he felt the need to actually test what had just happened to his body.
Without charging his pure vigor, he threw a light jab against Mos’ oncoming lunge, not even using much of his physical strength.
In contrast, Mos’ punch was fully charged with terrible might, and one could almost hear the bellow of a raging beast.
“You’ve asked for it, brat!” Mos bellowed, his face contorting with savagery and a hint of a sneer of contempt.
He had no idea how Frank had managed to crunch his brother’s knuckles, but with him going all out, it was definitely overkill against Frank.
And Frank was just holding out his arm for Mos to hit-not even Ascendant ranks would go for such a direct parry!
“I’ll make you pay! Roaring Tiger Fist!” Mos bellowed, the trees around him rustling violently from the shockwave left in his wake, as if a roaring tiger was really descending upon Frank.
Frank remained unmoved, however, throwing nothing but a light jab as if suicidal.
Larry was narrowing his eyes and sneering, “Hehe. And I thought that the kid actually has a trick up his sleeve, but he’s resigning himself to his death already.”
Peter promptly flattered, “Of course! You’re so menacing he’d never dare resist!”
Larry actually smiled smugly at that-even if Peter was a worthless idiot and a sycophant, no one disliked being flattered. In fact, even if he was already planning to vanish Peter once he took over Lanecorp, he still threw some crumbs for the time being anyway.
“Don’t worry, Pete.” He chuckled. “Once you take over Lanecorp and clear your debt, that big company is all yours.”
“Hehe… Thank you, Mr. Jameson! I’d never dream of taking over Lanecorp otherwise!” Peter quickly fawned over him, bowing repeatedly while rubbing his hands eagerly S
“Heh…” Larry simply chuckled with a look of disdain.
While both men were busy daydreaming, the dust kicked up from the shockwave of Mos’ punch was settling.
At the same time, blood was raining from overhead with an audible splash.
“Hahaha! You’re dead now, Frank Lawrence! I’ve wanted to do this for so long!” Peter laughed endlessly.
Larry was nodding in satisfaction as he watched the blood flow freely along the ground too.
His money’s worth aside, the most important thing was that his objective was achieved.
