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Death meant compensation for their families, while desertion meant death to them and their families.
Sensing the change in attitude among the black-clad men, Frank did not hold back as he charged his
Five-Peat Archaeus, his Birthright rank might overwhelming them.
It was a headache now that they were suddenly fearless even in death, especially since some were
vigor-wielding elites.
A group around ten would be no issue, but even he was hard-pressed against dozens, even hundreds
— not even a lion could stand against a horde of hyenas alone.
Seeing that Frank was a little overwhelmed, Aion's granddaughter cried, "Help him, Grandpa!"
Aion, however, stood his ground.
He appeared troubled and was clearly not intent to get involved.
If Frank won, he and his granddaughter must come up with something to appease the last apprentice
of Mystic Sky Sect.
And there was still a chance he would kill them so that they would not tell on him.novelbin
Naturally, things would not bode well for them if Sage Lake Sect won either, so all Aion could do was
stand there, indecisive.
"Oh, you're such an embarrassing geezer!" Aion's granddaughter snapped just then and leapt into fray.
Surprisingly, her dainty form wielded martial arts that almost defied common sense!
With just a single palm technique, she unleashed a violent shockwave that sent two black-clad men
flying.
She was clearly more than what met the eye!
"Stop it, brat!"
Aion was absolutely petrified.
What was he going to tell Haply Hall's elders if something happened to his granddaughter because she
was blundering her way through this mess?!
Having no choice right then, he braced himself and joined the fight as well, alleviating the pressure on
Frank right then.
At the dojo gates, Quinn was still watching as Frank sent more black-clad men flying or killing them
outright.
She winced from time to time but eventually turned toward her father in confusion. "Dad, are we just
going to sit by and watch as he slaughters our men?"
Bocek was much more composed in comparison. He was watching the fight too and said quietly, "We'll
get our hands on Mystic Sky Sect's secrets. Moreover, there's been too many prying eyes involved..."
Quinn's heart skipped a beat as she looked at the crazed black-clad man in shock. "You mean."
"Yes." Bocek laughed coolly. "No one aside from you and me must know about this—not even the
chief. Also, new apprentices can always be recruited, while these ones die wearing down Frank. It's
killing two birds with one stone."
Quinn lowered her gaze, a little scared of her father's savage, bloodlusting glare just then.
"That includes Eron White and his family. The man wants to have his daughter marry Maron Ocean?
Hah! He's dying too."
Bocek's face contorted ruthlessly and glanced at his daughter to see her hesitant.
Clapping her on the shoulder, he chuckled. "You must understand, my dear girl—there's no such thing
as principles in this world! Everyone listens to the person with the biggest stick, and the ones who
defeat their conscience would always reach further and higher than anyone else!"
He nodded in approval as he watched Quinn ponder upon his words, and he whipped out his phone to
make a call.
"Jorg Zayas? Got a job for you," he said icily. "Assemble your boys and massacre the White family of
Southstream. Remember, leave nothing alive!"