Chapter 986
Even before the two bodyguards at the front could react, Frank had leapt up. Then, seizing them by their throats, he crushed them with an audible crunch!
“Go! Kill him!”
Seeing that Frank was attacking, the bodyguards certainly knew it was the end for them.
Since they were not getting away anyway, they pulled out their machetes and clubs as they charged toward Frank.
“Hmph!”
Frank handily threw the two dead bodyguards at them, running along the wall as they charged down the hallway and instantly leaping behind them.
“Trying to run? No chance,” Frank told the bodyguard who was ready to flee.
It was the last thing the bodyguard ever heard.
That same bodyguard had bellowed at the others to charge at Frank, intent on using them as a diversion while he ran away.
Thud!
Frank punched him in the throat, breaking it and watched as he collapsed on the floor in terror, no longer breathing.
Seeing that Frank had cut off their escape, the Sorano bodyguards could not stay calm at all and were screaming as they ran down the other end of the hallway.
Only a few challenged Frank, though the hallway was soon resounding with screams and covered in blood anyway.
When Jim Loggins and the Loggins Apothecary staff arrived, they were left stunned by the sight before them.
Some of the more faint hearted were already puking, and this was the first time Jim had ever run into something like this.
“Mr. Lawrence, what…” Jim blurted as he hurried to Frank.
The man was crouching on the floor, his face covered in specks of blood.
He slowly stood up, nodding at Jim in gratitude. “Thanks for coming-the patient is in the operating room. Please move him to Loggins Apothecary, and take good care of him. I have to go since I have stuff to do.”
“W-Where are you going, Mr. Lawrence?” Jim asked, refraining from asking the details.
After all, he could see that Frank was the one who had killed all the bodyguards, and there was a tinge of fear in his eyes as he watched Frank leave.
“To Sorano Estate,” Frank answered, pausing but without turning back.
“Sorano Estate? Why?” Jim asked, feeling a foreboding sensation right then.
Seeing the gore around him that sent a chill down his spine, Jim knew Frank must be going to Sorano Estate bearing ill will.
Still, he soon came to his senses and had his people wheel Nash out of the operating room, and he was shocked again.
After all, the man was thoroughly maimed-his nails were torn off, and he was missing a large piece of scalp.
A diagnosis was unnecessary-the man had been put through inhumane torture, and judging from Frank’s reaction, he was close with the man.
“Could it be the Soranos?” Jim could not help wondering, and he soon realized something even more shocking.
Was Frank going to the Soranos for payback?!
Jim flinched at the very idea-even among the Four Families of Morhen, the Soranos were next to the Lionhearts in power! Not only did they control a monopoly over Draconia’s showbiz, but they had also groomed a group of retainers who were fiercely loyal.
Each of them were as strong as Birthright rank too, but Frank was going to attack them alone anyway?!
