However, Frank did not allow the masked man a single moment's rest and lunged forward again!"Die!" the masked man yelled as he pulled his collar, freeing his jacket and launching a rain of silver needles!Frank parried some with his machete, while using his other hand to shield his face.He knocked down most, but several struck his body.The masked man laughed pompously in turn. "That's three needles! You're dead now! No one can cure my poison—cut off your own arm and beg if you want to live!"Frank could feel a chill even as he directed his vigor, and it was a familiar sensation…It was Snowshade, which Vicky was poisoned with before.That also means the masked man had poisoned Vicky before! He must not let him free!Earnestly furious, Frank launched another slash through the air!The masked man paled in terror, never expecting Frank to keep directing his vigor even after all that! He dodged and did not pause as he shouted at Les, "Run! We're no match for him!"With those

Frank would have let Les live if he did not shoot him—but he did, and that meant death.Frank squeezed right then.Crack.Les' neck snapped, his eyes wide opened as he died. He never would have thought that Frank cared so little about him!With that done, Frank looked around, but the masked man was nowhere to be seen.He sat on top of a clean boulder to rest, just as Yara caught up and immediately saw his palm bleeding.Hurrying to him, she asked, "Are you okay, Mr. Lawrence?""I'm fine," Frank said, nodding as he looked at his palm and pulled the bullet out.Yara was left gulping, her heart racing as she watched his blood flow freely out of the wound.Still, after spacing out for a while, she came to her senses and took off her jacket. She then tore her shirt into strips and helped Frank bandage it.Her torn shirt revealed her slender but muscular waist. Even if she was no beauty, there was no arguing her stunning figure as a martial artist—she might even beat Vicky in that

Susan shook her head. "You're that eager to save Frank?""You've just come, so there are things you probably wouldn't know." Walter sighed. "Frank isn't all he seems. I might even say that he might help us turn the tide.""Hmph." Susan snorted. "Let's just hope you're right about him."-Meanwhile, Vicky watched Frank from the rearview mirror while riding shotgun, and she asked, "Do you know who their leader was?"Frank shook his head. "He wore a mask. I didn't see his face, but I know he's a member of the Southern Sea's Spirit Hill Sect.""The Spirit Hill Sect? But we have no fight with them." Vicky frowned—she had never heard of them, so why would they attack her?"The masked man works for Donald Salazar. Les said so himself," Frank explained. "Donald also promised Les that he could take over Grande Corp after eliminating you."Vicky was left gritting her teeth and balling her fists. "That pig…""By the way, who is Obadiah Longman? Why would the Salazars want him dead?" Fran

Greg frowned.He only got close to Gina for her money—he would puke if he had to get intimate with a fortyish woman every day!Seeing her beloved frown, Gina asked, "What's wrong, Greg? You don't want to?""Uh… No way!" Greg promptly changed his reaction and chuckled. "I've been thinking about it already, but now's not the time.""Why not?" "We're still not married, even if we are single now. I think we should do it properly, so that all of Riverton knows."Gina was beaming at that, purring shyly, "Oh, we're both adults. Why bother with child's play?""Don't say that," Greg said righteously. "Marriage is a big deal, or people would talk if I keep coming here."Gina actually thought that made sense and was emotional that Greg would care so much about her.She was certainly right about him!Greg sighed lengthily just then. "Also, I've been busy with work. Let's get married once I've gotten that out of the way.""Yeah, work is important," Gina agreed. "I'll tell Helen to trans

As soon as Frank stepped inside, a receptionist in a business suit promptly approached him. "How can I help you, sir?'Frank whipped out his check immediately. "Please open an account for me and deposit this check."When the receptionist took the check and saw that it was worth twenty million, she promptly said, "Please come with me, sir! You're eligible for our VVIP service with this deposit, and I'll contact my manager right away to assist you."Frank nodded. "Thank you."In the end, anyone moving funds worth twenty million dollars made them a big shot in any bank, and the employees would never drag their feet in return.Soon, the receptionist had led Frank into a grandly decorated lounge. She even made him coffee, not forgetting to squeeze her breasts as she leaned over, baring her luscious cleavage.Riverton Bank had no shortage of VIPs, but young and rich men like Frank were still a rarity.The receptionist certainly was not about to let the chance slip but was left disappo