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Frank started at Burt in turn—he had heard of him before.
After all, Burt Yorkman had the reputation of making the most arrests in Riverton Precinct and was as competent as he was brutal.
Those he had his eyes on would never get away, though Frank was still surprised he was a member of Sage Lake Sect.
Still, he reasoned, "You are more or less a man of accomplishment in Riverton. Why stoop to being Sage Lake Sect's lapdog?"
Burt chuckled, presuming that Frank was intimidated and therefore trying to sway him.
"Give up on your pretty words, kid." He snorted in disdain. "It's your misfortune for upsetting Sage Lake Sect—average Joes like you would never understand the terror they embody, but don't worry, I'll spare you the pain while satisfying Ms. Ocean."
Frank chuckled. "So I should be thanking you?"
"You're welcome."
"Actually, I know a thing or two about sects myself—have you heard of Mystic Sky Sect?" Frank asked
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtjust then.
Burt did a double take, surprised that Frank was aware. "They were the top sect in the world, but
regrettably, they fell three years ago—the chief and their senior apprentice both. The Four South Sea
Sects now share control over what's left, and they are a shade of their former glory."
"For now." Frank smiled. "You'll soon see us rise again."
Burt was surprised again. "You're saying you're one of them?"
Frank nodded silently, and Burt shook his head in disappointment. "I might have considered letting you
go three years ago, but you have no chance now."
After all, Mystic Sect Sky was now nothing compared to Sage Lake Sect, and Burt had no reason to
stupidly aid the apprentice of some dogshit sect.
Whipping out a fat dagger, he said coolly, "It's inhuman, but I'm crippling your meridians first. At least
you'd be alive—just play nice if you want to live when Ms. Ocean comes tomorrow."
He was certainly being as kind as he could to a martial artist like Frank, but Frank said quietly, "Do you
really think you can do it? Even Drakon Salazar of your sect is no match for me."
"Hah!" Burt laughed. "I won't win in a fight, but you have been restrained with sage fetters—not even
Birthright elites can free themselves from it."
He knew that all too well, which was why he used his position to have Frank restrained first.
However, before Burt could stab Frank, he suddenly received a call, which he answered without
hesitation.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Officer Yorkman," the voice on the other end greeted him. "I'm Vicky Turnbull, CEO of Grande
Pharma.
I heard that you took our shareholder Frank Lawrence into custody. I'm sure there's a misunderstanding, so if you would kindly refrain from anything drastic, you will be rewarded handsomely."
Naturally, Helen Lane went to Vicky as soon as Frank was taken away, and knowing how terrible Burt could be, Vicky called the man right away. She mentioned that Frank was her partner, indirectly warning Burt as she tried to bail him out.
Burt frowned, surprised that Frank had enough influence to have someone like Vicky speak on his behalf.
However, he was virtually born prejudiced against rich kids like her as a sect apprentice—he was convinced that they would never compare to sects.
"No worries, Ms. Turnbull, I can decide for myself after the crime Frank Lawrence has committed." He chuckled and hung up.
However, more calls ensued.
"Burt Yorkman, I'm Trevor Zurich of Trevor International..."
"Burt Yorkman, I'm Robert Quill, the governor of Riverton. I demand Frank Lawrence's release right now."
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