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Chatper 580
Chatper 580
Chatper 580
Frank glowered as he projected his pure vigor. It manifested into a hammer out of thin air, swinging
straight toward Jaud's chest!
"Hell no!"
Jaud suddenly leapt several meters into the air, dodging Frank's hammer.
He clearly had no intention to fight Frank as he fled wildly out of the factory.
Given how fast he moved, he was clearly pretending to be maimed before.
"You're running now? Too late!"
Frank's pure vigor was still connected to him even after he projected it—it was an ability unique to the
Five-Peat Archaeus.
And with a wave of his hand, Frank turned the hammer that shot past Jaud back to him.
"What?!"
Jaud thought he was safe as soon as he dodge the hammer earlier and did not expect it to still be
under Frank's control!
As the hammer turned back to him, it struck him squarely in the chest this time, sending him flying even
as screamed.
"Gurk!" Jaud's chest was sunken, and he was coughing blood as well as pieces of his own lungs into
the air.
He landed heavily before Frank, his life quickly draining from his body even as he squeezed out the
words, "Hundred Bane Sect of South Sea will come for you... Donn Lawrence..."
With those words, Jaud's neck suddenly hung limp as he stopped breathing.
"So you're the Hundred Bane Sect's filth." Frank snorted coldly.
The Hundred Bane Sect was the most vile and hated sect in the South Sea, infamous for their
depraved arts in poisoning and assassination.
Naturally, they were no one of the South Sea Four, but they had a hand in the fall of Mystic Sky Sect's
nonetheless.
If anything, Jaud's death could count as added interest in Frank's quest for vengeance.
Still, while Frank was thinking about how he should deal with Jaud's corpse, a group of men entered
from the back door, stopping when they saw Frank.
Mr. White?!" Someone sharp-eyed quickly spotted Jaud dead and not breathing on the floor.
The rest became restless right then. "Mr. White is dead?! Who are you?!
Frank glanced at them and saw that they all wore Salazar uniforms.
They were all hired muscles, and there were dozens of them.
Not bothered to stay, Frank picked up Jaud's corpse and leapt out of the factory.
"Stop!"
"Hold it!"
The hired muscle all chased after him, while Frank found Bravo and his men waiting by the curb as
they were told.
Seeing someone running toward him, Bravo quickly stood up.
His eyes narrowed when he saw that it was Frank, carrying a body over his shoulder.
"Mr. Lawrence, who—"
Frank simply gestured at the Salazars' goons and said quietly, "I've dealt with the poisoner. The rest is
up to you."
"Who!"
"That's amazing, Mr. Lawrence!"
Bravo's men were all gaping and looking at Frank worshipfully, as he had dealt with the Salazars'
poisoner so easily!
"Hahaha!" Bravo laughed. "You can expect nothing less from Mr. Lawrence. Now that the poisoner is
dead, I have nothing to fear!"