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"You asked for it!"
Francis' other two friends leapt toward Frank.
Frank had no reason to hold back, though he basically did not have to do much against pushovers like
them.
Smack!
Two deafening slaps resounded, and Frank stood his ground, still holding the first burly man's knuckle
even as the man continued screaming.
On the other hand, the two burly coaches dropped to the floor with a loud thud.
They landed parallel to Frank, to his left and right.
"...Huh?" The other apprentices all gasped in shock again.
Thud.
Francis, who had seen enough to know when to back down, dropped to his knees when he saw how
things turned out.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBracing himself, he saluted Frank respectfully as he said, "I apologize if I've offended you before, sir.
Could you actually be Skyrank?"
"Three!"
Frank narrowed his eyes as he counted the final number, and Francis felt a chill down his spine as he
realized Frank was not playing along.
And the look in his eyes when he breathed three. He was the reaper incarnate!
Francis actually felt cold even though there was no air-conditioning in the dojo!
"M-Mr. Graves is in the sealed room over there," he said. "Should I call for him?"
"Hmph. At least you're not blind," Frank growled and strode off.
Francis was left staring at his palms as he realized they were trembling and almost dropped to the floor
like his friends.
Who could that man be? The death aura swirling around him was already that horrific—how did Chaz
end up provoking a reaper like him?
"So cool."
On the other hand, Jean's eyes were fixed on Frank, the look of love all too obvious.
She suddenly clapped her hands together and mused to herself, "Right! I'm in the student council! I
could just suggest to the administration to invite him over as a coach for our martial arts club. Winter
won't get to reject me this time!"
With that in mind, she refrained from greeting Frank and instead hurried to the locker room excitedly. -
Chaz was shirtless as he leisurely watched Helen, who was on her knees and starting to take off her
dobok.
Bang!
That was when the steel door shook violently.
"Hmm?"
Being the heir to the Graves family and the chief of the Seaham Martial Artist Association, Chaz was no
pushover.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSensing danger, he leapt away and dodged the shrapnel as the steel door shattered.
"I'l kill you!" Frank was incensed when he stormed in to find Helen's gaze distant, her dobok barely
clinging on to her.
"Frank Lawrence?!" Chaz stared at him in disbelief and then at the shattered door in shock. "Isn't he
just some lowlife gigolo? Didn't he freeload off Helen for three years before getting Vicky Turnbull to be
his sugar mommy? How is he this good?"
Even so, he stayed calm and maintained his air of superiority, even sneering at Frank. "What? You and
Helen are divorced, and you're still intervening in her happiness? Don't you think you're overreaching,
ex-husband?"
Seeing that Chaz was still spouting nonsense, Frank was ready to cripple him.
However, Helen had wobbled toward him despite still being under influence as soon as she saw him.
"Frank... Frank... It's all my fault... I missed you so much... Don't leave me, please..."
"Helen..."
Frank's rage vaporized right then as he reached out to pull her into his arms and listened as she
bawled over his chest.
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