Neil did not hide his contempt at all. "Fortunately, my father anticipated problems and sent Mr. Keaton here. He's a famous apothecary from the capital—he and I will take over Grande Corp's operations."Vicky frowned—she invested money and personnel to build the company, and he was taking over just like that? What was she left with?"That's unnecessary," she said. "We can secure the Riverton market even without the Beauty Pill recipe. Why don't you start your own company with Mr. Keaton if you want a cut?"Neil laughed. "How are you going to compete with the Salazars when you've allowed them to steal your recipe?""Mr. Lawrence has developed something better," Vicky said confidently. "Don't worry.""What is it? Show me," Neil demanded."You're kidding," Vicky replied with a chuckle. "It's top secret—it won't do if it's leaked. If you'd like, I could give you a few for free once it gots into production.""No recipe? Then why should I trust you?" Neil snorted before shooting Frank

Vicky gaped, her face paling since she did not expect Frank to chug all five grams of the Heartblazer!Beside her, Yara was left speechless!Susan was folding her arms before her chest, shaking her head as she snorted—the man was really mentally challenged!Even Paul was shocked that Frank was so reckless. "Y-You just killed yourself! I could treat you if it was just five grams, but you drank the entire bottle! You're beyond saving."Neil laughed. "Haha! You've really done it—no one can save you now!"Vicky promptly turned toward her servants. "Call Mr. Zimmer. Hurry!'Frank raised a palm, stopping her. "Save it—it's merely a neurotoxin. I can heal myself soon enough.""Stop joking around, Frank!" Vicky cried, frowning."Do I look like I'm joking?" Frank replied sternly. "Just keep your distance."With that, he assumed a meditative pose, directing his vigor to push out the Snowshade already in his body.He would fight poison with poison!"What is he doing?" Neil quickly aske

"What…" Neil was gritting his teeth in disappointment, but he soon glared viciously at Frank. "You win this time. Now give me the antidote.""What?" Frank shrugged. "Neither of us agreed to provide antidotes.""W-What are you talking about?" Neil stared at Frank in blank disbelief—was Frank going to let him die?! Frank shook his head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Turnbull. But I'm under no obligation to help you.""Frank Lawrence!" Paul strode up to him, barking, "Know when not to push it—think of your future, won't you?""Haha!" Frank laughed without a care. "Are you really talking about the future? It's already a question as to whether he survives tonight.""Guh…" Paul was immediately left stumped.At the same time, Neil was tearing up in agony and crawled toward Walter to hug his leg as he cried, "Please, Uncle Walter… save me! Make him give me the antidote! I'm going to die!"Walter was left at a loss, but he had no choice but to turn toward Frank with a pleading look. "Please be mag

"Okay." Frank nodded and turned toward Walter. "I'll see you again, Mr. Turnbull."With that, he followed Robert into his car and headed to his residence with him.It was a manor to the east of the city—a location filled with nature's blessings. That was especially the case for a certain mansion, surrounded by the hills and bodies of water. Frank found himself staring at the mansion—cultivating there would definitely be twice as effective than usual!The Quills were a clan of martial artists as reputed, with acolytes sparring or training along the compound.Once the car drove inside the manor grounds, Yara hurried over to open the door for him. "Welcome, Mr. Lawrence.""Thank you," Frank said and followed Robert into the drawing room.A burly man was sitting there, having waited for a while.He bore some resemblance to Robert and got up when he saw Robert. "Father."Robert nodded. "Allow me to introduce you to my son Stan, Mr. Lawrence. Stan, this is Mr. Frank Lawrence, the m

However, Stan was only further infuriated by his sister's reminder.No longer holding back, he poised himself to go all out and attacked—his Boltsmacker was ferocious, and one could feel a gust in the air with each strike he unleashed!Frank, however, remained nonchalant as he lightly parried Stan's blow."Shit…" Stan's face fell.He quickly unleashed all seven styles and sixty-three strikes of his technique. And yet, Frank did not even react as he kept meeting every blow until the very last.Having read all of Stan's moves at that point, he slowly said, "You're focusing too much on your attack, which reveals your openings unknowingly."His tone was quiet and calm, but it struck Stan like a bolt from the blue!Soon, he was left watching as Frank charged a Boltsmacker.He had also improved the technique once more, and in a style that suited men!Stan's eyes widened as he froze in place, his pupils dilating—Frank seemed to be shining just then!That was when Frank unleashed hi