Maron's accusation only left Frank puzzled. "Bocek and Quinn were killed?" "What, you didn't know?" Maron paused before laughing. "Don't you think it's too late to feign ignorance?" Frank frowned. "I didn't kill them." "Oh, so you're saying that they accidentally slipped while walking, and guh—died." Maron gagged as he made a gesture across his neck, smiling in amusement.
"I don't know what your sect is plotting. Either way, I'm innocent and there's a witness right here," Frank said, turning toward Mona.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMona nodded—she was there when Frank fought Bocek. "He didn't kill Bocek Ocean or his daughter Quinn. He let them go, and | saw that with my own eyes." "| see. So I've misunderstood." Maron nodded solemnly before grinning at Frank. "Or did you actually think I'd believe your crap for a second there?" Waving them off, he snorted. "It doesn't matter now—you're an enemy of Sage Lake Sect, and their deaths make no difference. So? Have you thought of how you want to die?" "No," Frank growled.
Even if he was surprised that Bocek and Quinn were dead, he was not about to yield to Maron.
He could immediately tell that Maron would never submit easily—burning a campus building in broad daylight was proof of that.
And since Maron did that without knowing if Bocek and his daughter had actually died by Frank's hands, it was clear that conflict was inevitable today.
"You have one chance, Frank. Break your own arms and cquietly to Sage Lake Sect with me, and I just might spare your family. Or else..." [| Maron licked his lips as he stared venomously at Mona and Winter with a vile smile. "All my brothers here will get a taste of your sister." Frank was briefly silent, before he chuckled as his solemn expression turned to a sneer.
Those who knew him would be able to tell that someone had just touched a nerve.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAnd right now, the air around them cooled as Frank's dark aura unfurled from him like smoke.
"Mona, take Winter and go," he growled. "I need to have a proper talk with Maron here." "Yeah," Mona was not worried since she knew the depth of Frank's strength.
She could also tell from his tone that he was furious.
Beside Maron, one of the black-clad men murmured, "Sir." "Let them go. I'll have them anyway, and it'd be a loss if we disfigured the ladies’ faces before we get started." Maron nodded at his men for them to make way, watching as Winter and Mona left.
Turning back to Frank, his eyes narrowed. "Alright, it seems like you're not going to chere quietly... | guess | just have to be rough. Go!" At his order, the black-clad men whipped out an assortment of weapons as they charged at Frank.
"Heh. A bunch of pushovers trying to strut?" Frank snorted, and crouched slightly as he fired up his meridian nexus with his Five-Peat Archaeus technique. Streaks of pure vigor shot out from his very pores and a golden dragon materialized.
As the dragon enfolded Frank in its embrace, everything around it seemed pitch-black in comparison.