Chapter 996
Willy struggled violently even as he bawled, “Save me, Granduncle!!!”
Tony promptly strode up and bellowed at Frank right then, “Stop! We were being reasonable here, but you’d hurt Willy instead?! Would you rather we not be reasonable?!”
“Calm down, Mr. Lawrence,” Gus reasoned as well, reluctant to fight Frank.
“Heh…”
Frank chuckled nonchalantly in spite of Tony and Gus’ wary stances. “You’re the ones who should be begging. Even before I came, there were only two options I was going to offer Willy.”
As he spoke, he crushed Willy’s other kneecap with his foot-the man was in so much pain that he drifted in and out of consciousness, but all he could do was curse and yell Frank’s name.
“I’ll kill him if you come closer,” Frank said just then, seeing that Tony was ready to attack.
His warning promptly left Tony straightening warily he could already tell that Frank was strong, and that killing Willy was a matter of will for him. “Then what do you want?!” Tony bellowed, glaring at Frank in rage.
“This prick will taste the pain he’s inflicted upon Nash Yego, and it’ll be a lesson for life. Naturally, whether he lives depends on what you do…”
Folding his arms before his chest, Frank sneered. “Remember, I never came to reason with anyone-you’re all going to beg for Willy’s life. Right now, I’ll infuse a poison within his body that will leave him in screaming agony for three days and nights. Attack me, and he’ll die, and then it is war.”
Frank narrowed his eyes, his tone sinisterly cold and sending chills down everyone’s spines. “Sure, you Soranos are rich and powerful, but none of you can stop me if I want to escape. After that, I’ll retaliate in the worst way possible… as for what that actually means, you can sleep on it.”
Both Tony and Gus could feel their skin crawling at Frank’s threat.
However, there was no doubt that the Soranos would have their hands full if they really upset a martial elite of Frank’s caliber.
Unlike the Lionhearts, whose influence revolved around the martial arts scene and had numerous martial artists among their ranks, it would be a pain for the Soranos if Frank was determined to hurt them-especially if he resorted to guerilla tactics.
As both Tony and Gus stayed silent, Frank could hear the footsteps downstairs.
Knowing right then that the other Sorano retainers had come, he whipped out a silver needle, shrouding it in pure vigor and handily shot it into Willy’s back.
The pure vigor around the needle swirl, and Willy’s spine contorted instantly, while half his ribs broke.
“Argh!!!” Willy screamed again in violent agony. It was beyond what he could take, and he was tearing through his scalp, drawing blood.
The worst part of it was that the needle kept him stimulated, preventing him from falling unconscious. He was wide awake even as waves of pain struck him-whenever he survived a second and was ready to relax, it would start to hurt even more.
“In three days, the needle will kill him.” Frank sneered as he looked around at the Sorano retainers who surrounded him.
