“Grandfather…” Kim cried as she dropped to her knees beside him, her eyes clouded with tears. “It’s all my fault. I was too late to stop my father’s schemes.”
“No… No… You can’t blame yourself for this, Kim. Come here,” Forrest waved it off, rasping as he beckoned for Kim to get closer. “Run if you can, Kim. Don’t bother with us—the family is in your hands as long as you live…”
“But a woman has never carried the torches.” Kim sniffled and snorted. “Funny. That’s all we care about, even now.”
“Hehe. You’re right… And that makes you much stronger than your father. He’s useless and nothing without all the family business he inherited.”
“Dad!” Eron suddenly lunged towards them, grasping his father’s arm as he pleaded, “Talk to Kim… I-If she just bears it, the family will not fall to ruin!”
Then, turning to Kim, he kowtowed at her repeatedly. “Please, Kim! Daddy’s begging you!”
“Just give up!” Kim glared at him in contempt as everyone else looked on, shouting, “You brought this on everyone because you never listen! How shameless can you get, telling your own daughter to spread her legs for some brute just to save your own skin!”
Kim then spat right in Eron’s face, which left him silent for a moment before he flew into a maniacal rage.
He leapt up, knocking Kim to the floor, and turned toward Jorg who had been watching in amusement for a while.
“Come, Mr. Zayas!” he cried. “I’m holding her down for you! Just spare me, and I’ll keep her like this! She can’t fight back!”
“Bastard! You bastard!”
Forrest was shaking with rage even as he listened to the black clad men’s laughter, and he suddenly stiffened as he croaked.
“Grandpa!” Kim could go mad with spite, and she bit down heavily on Eron even as he straddled her.
Eron, however, was too far gone and refused to let up even as Kim drew blood, even smiling fawningly at the black-clad men.
“Gentleman, hurry! Come on, do it—I have my daughter restrained!”
“You’re a real treat, Eron!” Jorg was roaring with laughter, almost shedding tears—this was the first time he had ever seen anything like this.
Eron then started laughing with the black-clad men too, even as Kim kept struggling and yelling in defiance…
–
Meanwhile, at Silver Spring Dojo, Frank had eliminated every black-clad man.
All of them had cost Sage Lake Sect an ocean’s worth of resources to groom, and they were now lying on the floor, their blood pooling so high that it almost reached the ankles.
Clang.
Frank was wheezing as he threw away a broken sword. He was glaring at Bocek and Quinn, the latter of whom was pursing her lips as another scene of Frank’s terrifying side became etched in her mind.
“Sage Lake Sect’s reputation is well deserved!”
Frank grinned, wiping the blood off his face as he flashed a grin.
He had definitely killed too many right now…
