Narrowing his eyes, Frank bellowed, “I’m giving you one last chance for Vicky’s sake. Get out of my sight, or you’ll all die here!”
Zac scowled and yelled back, “You are out of line! Did you think you could stand alone against the entire Turnbull family?!”
Seeing that Zac was still intent on threatening him, Frank sighed and suddenly looked up. “I gave you a chance, but you asked for this!”
Suddenly, he disappeared with a bursting gale.
“What?!” Zac exclaimed, as Frank was on top of him before he realized it.
His index finger outstretched, Frank’s eyes were narrowed as he breathed quietly, “Point Break.”
“Mr. Turnbull!” The Ascendant rank Turnbull retainer promptly pushed him out of the way.
Bang!
A burst of pure vigor erupted out of Frank’s fingertip with mirages of dragons.
The Ascendant rank Turnbull retainer, unable to dodge in time, was reduced to a viscous pool of blood, splashing all over the wall behind him.
Nothing was left of him, and one would think that he had vanished into thin air if it was not for all that blood.
He was alive and kicking a moment ago, and he did not even have time to scream!
“W-What?!” Zac was dumbfounded when he turned and saw the horror of the war.
It had never crossed his mind that Frank was so powerful he could kill an Ascendant rank in an instant… and with nothing left of the man!
“Oh, so someone died for you… Well, you’re not going to be that lucky now,” Frank growled as he withdrew his blood-dyed finger and stared downward at Zac.
There was endless murderous intent in his eyes.
“H-How dare you! You tried to kill me!” Zac mumbled in disbelief even as he dropped limply to the floor.
He never felt this way before—like a wretched maggot.
Even as he felt endlessly embarrassed, Frank slowly approached him, his eyes flashing as he folded his arms before his chest.
“Heh…” He chuckled. “But I gave you a chance. You didn’t take it and even tried to pressure me with your bullshit family.”
Seized with terror right then, Zac begged with a quivering voice, “C-Can’t you let me go for Vicky’s sake?”
He was truly terrified as he realized that he was fastened to a guillotine—Frank was so strong he was basically a monster, caring not for consequences, let alone Zac’s family!
“No.” Frank sneered. “But I’ll make it quick.”
Zac’s heart grew cold right then, as the fear of death and endless regret seized him.
In the end, his brother was right—he really should not have listened to Yonca.
The first time he listened to her, his brother’s attempts to request Frank’s help failed even before it started.
As for the second time… He was now going to die.
