NovelEnglishFrank was not about to show mercy, however, "Which of you hasn't shed blood? Jump down if you know what's good for you!" "Fine! You asked for this! You don't get to blus!" Bob Cut whipped out a remote control and was ready to press the button when a long-haired girl in a school uniform snatched it out of her hands and slapped Bob Cut across the face! "Are you killing us just to take him down?!" Schoolgirl then bellowed.
"He asked for this!" Bob Cut shot back. "Can't you see the hills of corpses down below?! He's not going to let us off, so let's just take him down with us instead of dying tragically!" Schoolgirl hardly shared the sradical sentiment, ignoring Bob Cut and dropping to her knees, bowing her head and holding up the remote with both hands.
"We surrender!" she cried.
The others all knelt like she did, leaving Bob Cut stunned.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Just look at you! What did we say when we joined?! We will not give in no matter who we face... But here you all are, already etting your oaths! "We used to be kings! And you're kneeling and begging to sman?!" Bob Cut's agitation grew the more she ranted.
She looked at Frank, and then at the death that awaited at the bottom.
Steeling herself, she leapt.
"Argh!!!" Bob Cut screamed as soon as she did, shocking herself by how quickly her survival instinct overwhelmed her! However, she did not feel the ground-when she opened her eyes, she saw a large hand holding firmly on to her wrist.
And who else could it be other than Frank? "I-I give in! I give in!" Bob Cut truly understood the preciousness of life after that brief brush with death, and now wanted nothing more than to survive. As Frank threw her back on firm concrete, Bob Cut dropped on her knees as well, ignoring her pain.
Frank, however, did not even look their way as he strode off, "Remember what I said before I cupstairs, and tell it to your leaders and your friends! Hurt the innocent again, and I'll find you and make you pay, even if you run to the ends of the earth!" Everyone was sweating buckets right then.
Meanwhile, Sally was leaning against the Passat, enjoying the evening breeze and the night view.
It was a nice day out, if not affected by the stench of blood and the corpses littering the ground.
She really could not imagine it, but perhaps if Frank Lawrence did not exist, she might be a happy little girl... Regrettably, what ifs did not exist here, as the man in question was slowly advancing on her murderously. There was no changing that, like how the sun would rise on the east! Nheless, Frank then asked, "How are you going to retrieve the ring's energy?" "Everything's ready," Sally replied as and she opened the car trunk and too et out a laptop, took Frank'songs to typed for a while. en.kikistories SW As she pressed enter, the ring remained on Sally's palm instead of taking flight like at the weaver factory.
Like a king, it absorbed all the green light flying toward it without moving! Ten minutes later, Sally returned the ring to Frank.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"According to what I know, there's still around five hundred people out there-that would take three times at most to fully recover all of the spiritron vein's energy. And O everyone's happy." en.kikistories Frank nodded and got in the car, and Sally drove him back to the hill.
"Hold back your death aura the next twe meet. It's just so scary!" she joked.
Frank ignored her as he alighted and returned to the villa.
Sylvie Wal and Alda Ingram had been waiting for a while, sighing in relief when they saw that he was fine.
"Damn that Sally York! How dare she treat you like this!" Alda huffed grumpily.
Sylvie chuckled. "Why didn't you say that when she's here?" Alda was left embarrassed and pouted, "was just a little flustered but I'm all calm now. It won't appen again next time!" en.kikistories "Really?" Sylvie kept dissing her.
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