Chapter 973
“Frank…”
Helen frowned, realizing that Blackfive was now after him.
She did not want Frank to fight, but she was not about to let herself fall to Blackfive’s dirty paws either.
Frank nodded. “Don’t worry, just leave this to me.”
“So? Are we fighting our way out, master?” Kat asked.
She would never doubt Frank’s strength-even if she was hurt right now, she was raring to go.
Blackfive goons quickly encircled them when they heard Kat, while Frank gave her a bump in the head.
“Quit messing around already.” He sighed exasperatedly. “Haven’t you caused me enough trouble?” “Well, what should we do?” Kat groaned miserably. “That bastard obviously won’t let it rest.”
“D-Dad!”
Just then, Baldie gained consciousness after Frank sent him crashing into a table with a kick.
As soon as he saw his father sitting on a chair, he bawled as he rushed over, sobbing over his lap, “Dad, someone just messed up our bar and beat me up!”
Seeing him bawling, Frank could understand why Baldie was such good friends with Brody-neither of them had brains.
“What?!” Blackfive exclaimed in shock. “They beat you up on my turf?! They’re dead now!”
Death aura spilled from his body-he was a martial artist too, though just Birthright rank. Baldie then pointed at Frank. “That’s him! He did it! You have to beat him up, Dad!”
Turning toward Frank where Baldie was pointing, Blackfive was left perplexed for a moment before bellowing in fury. “Amazing! Messing up my bar and beating up my son? You’re so done now!”
He sprang from his chair, picking up a steel bat from his goon as he strode up, bellowing, “It seems I must straighten you out right now!”
“Go, Dad! Beat them up!” Baldie exclaimed, glee showing on his face even as he clutched his hip.
Soren was laughing too. “You’re fucked, Frank! Hahaha-”
“Shut up!” Frank suddenly launched a chair with a kick, which slammed Soren in the head and knocked him out.
Then, holding back Kat who was eager to start fighting, he remained impassive as he stared at Blackfive. “If you’re a friend of the Soranos, have you heard of the name Gus Zeller?”
“Gus Zeller?!”
Blackfive’s murderous glare faded, and he stared at Frank curiously and frowned. “You know him?”
“I do.” Frank nodded.
He had been catching a lot of heat today, and therefore resorted to name dropping Gus, since he did not want more trouble.
Gus would most likely help out since he still needed Frank’s treatment. Moreover, Frank already had a hunch that Gus held considerable authority even among the Soranos, given how even Willy Sorano was tiptoeing around him, let alone ordering him around.
