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Chatper 537
Chatper 537
Chatper 537
However, Frank was not pushover himself to be threatened by such a cheap move.
Seeing that Kim was not budging, he folded his arms before his chest and said quietly, "Go ahead and
yell. I'm fine with it."
"I'll do it!" Kim snapped tempestuously.
Frank snorted. "Go on."
"Help! Someone... Frank Lawrence... touched me! Help!!!"
Not expecting this turn of events, Frank had to leap up and clasp his hand over her mouth, feeling
defeated just then. "Don't you know no shame? Is this how you treat your guests, Ms. White?!"
"I don't care," Kim snapped, too indignant to be bothered. "I'll keep yelling, and you're not getting away
once everyone hears me!"
Kim appeared totally harmless, but she was certainly tough once she got stubborn.
Exasperated, he invited her over to Riverton the next few days after he acquired the Goldeater Cane.
It was only then that Kim left, while Frank was left speechless for an entire night.
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Frank woke up early the next morning, practicing his usual return before heading out alone with the
directions Kim gave yesterday.
He was heading for the secluded Silver Spring Dojo, which was built deep within the mountains for
some reason.
It would appear they wanted to keep themselves free from the mundane and put their heart and soul
into pursuing martial arts. Even so, they could not escape Sage Lake Sect, as the sect was using them
as bait to lure Frank to a quiet place.
The road there was bumpy, and Frank's car could not advance any further once he reached the
mountain.
He alighted and walked up the mountain, and he had just arrived at a thick bamboo forest when he
heard the clashing of metals.
As dried leaves settled, he saw an elderly but spirited white-haired man fighting several black-clad
assassins.
"How dare you attack me! Where did you even come from?!" he bellowed.
"Beat them up, Grandpa!"
A young girl cheered on the old man as he fought.
"Rising Boltsmacker!"
The old man danced around the black-clad man, his palm technique vicious and leaving audible
shockwaves in its wake.
He would hit the black-clad men's weapons, causing the metallic sound Frank heard before.
Pow!
The old man's palm eventually landed on one of the black-clad men's shoulders. He reared his head as
he coughed blood, before rolling over the ground and turning to flee.
"We got the wrong man. Run!" he cried, and the other black-clad men turned to run as well.
The old man was going to chase after them but stopped only at cursing them since he would be leaving
his granddaughter undefended.
However, he turned to see Frank standing behind his granddaughter and bellowed, "Are you with
them?!"
His granddaughter flinched and turned to find that Frank had appeared behind her before she knew it.
"Who are you?" she demanded, even pointing rudely at him fearlessly.
"I'm Frank Lawrence, a nobody." Frank nodded politely, able to tell that both the old man and his
granddaughter were trained outside a sect and were therefore not hostile.
"Oh, you..."
Seeing that Frank did not have any screws loose, the old man moved for a closer look and asked,
"You're joining the recruitment tourney too?"