Chapter 972
Frank sighed. “You should quit frequenting places like these.”
“Yeah,” Kat replied and glanced at Helen, who came to help with an exasperated smile. “I was going to perform for you. I didn’t think this would happen.
“It’s fine. Just don’t talk.” Helen smiled wryly, wiping the blood off Kat’s cheek.
“Let’s go.” Frank looked around, nodding at Lily before starting to leave.
“Who told you that you could leave?!” A thunderous voice bellowed from the back of the bar, and a burly man over two meters tall and wearing a black tank top strode in.
He was leading a group of men as they strode in through the back door, and the bar owner, Pico, was bowing immediately. “Welcome, Mr. Blackfive…”
“Uh-huh.” Blackfive nodded nonchalantly, looking around at the messed up bar before turning toward Frank, “Aren’t you going to pay us damages after the mess you made? That doesn’t make sense, does it?”
He picked up a fallen chair off the floor, sitting down and cutting off Frank’s path.
Frank scowled, but he did not want more problems and so asked, “How much do you want?”
“This much.” Blackfive raised his fingers and wagged them.
“Five hunded grand?” Helen strode up, frowning. “Don’t you think that’s too much?”
“Oh…?”
Blackfive was totally focused on Frank and never noticed the beauty beside Frank. Studying her figure right then, his eyes flashed greedily and he ticked his lips, grinning, “Five hundred grand? Don’t you think you’re underestimating me here? I meant five million! No one’s leaving unless you pay up!”
“Hahaha!” Soren was suddenly laughing in the distance just as Blackfive finished.
Clutching his crotch while pointing at Frank with his other hand, he laughed gleefully. “You’re done! You messed with Mr. Blackfive now… Don’t you know? He’s friends with the Soranos!”
“Exactly.” Blackfive grinned even if he had no idea who Soren was, grinning and clapping himself on the chest. “This bar is an estate owned by the Soranos. You’re not leaving Morhen alive now!”
“Shit, Blackfive is friends with the Soranos?”
“First the Lionhearts, and now the Soranos… That brat is really dead now.”
Blackfive was certainly smug as he saw the scared looks from the bar guests around him.
Pausing for a moment, he looked at Helen again, chuckling. “Naturally, you have another option… Let your girl spend the night with me. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle-how about that?”
After all that daylight scamming, Blackfive ended up setting his sights on Helen.
Frank was actually not surprised.
