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Raising his hand, Bravo beckoned, and all his men who were already sick of waiting sprang to their
feet.
They were all holding weapons, their eyes flashing in excitement.
Bravo then licked his lips and bellowed, "Mr. Lawrence has already dealt with the main issue, and the
rest are just Salazar rejects. What do we have to fear?! Let's go, boys! Charge!"
He led his men as they all dashed toward the Salazars' hired muscle who had just charged out of the
factory.
As both groups collided and a violent scuffle ensued, Frank stayed out of it. This was Kurt's fight after
all, and he should at least let his men have a chance to earn their keep.
Instead, Frank took Jaud's corpse to a quiet place and searched it.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe man had an assortment of poisons along with a tome called the Hundred Bane Anthology.
After putting away the poisons, Frank read through the tome and was left shocked by the methods and
process of harnessing poison from insects and other sources. There were even poisons he had never
heard of—if anything, the Snowshade that Jaud used before was basic and insignificant.
That was when he found a note at the very end: [This tome is a secret of Hundred Bane Sect, and the
only copy. It must never fall to the hands of others.]
Glancing at Jaud's corpse, Frank exclaimed in realization, "So that's why you fled all the way here to
Riverton. You stole this from Hundred Bane Sect! Well, it's useless to me anyway—such a vile thing
should not be allowed to exist."
He struck with pure vigor, tunneling a hole into the ground.
Kicking Jaud's corpse into it, he threw the Hundred Bane Anthology into it as well and burnt both into
cinders.
When that was done, he returned to the factory, where the fight was already over.
Aside from the ones who surrendered, Bravo and his men had cut down every hired muscle sent by the
Salazars.
With that, Kurt reclaimed his plot of land, while the Salazars were in deep trouble as they lost their
trump card for a revival. The newly built factory, along with all the precision machines and other
equipment inside, were all now in Kurt's possession, never to be returned.
Bravo had a cut on his head and bled all over his face, but he did not seem to mind.
Seeing Frank return, he excitedly thanked him, "We all owe you for this, Mr. Lawrence. We would never
have reclaimed this plot of land otherwise."
"It's nothing. Just doing what I can," Frank said, glancing at the factory's machines and suddenly
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmhaving an idea. "So what are you going to do with those machines?"
"What, all this junk?" Bravo chuckled. "We just want the land, not this rusty crap. It's worthless to us.
Mr. Stinson wouldn't know how to run a pharmaceutical company anyway, and we can't be bothered
either... we'll just have someone tow it away and sell it for scraps."
Bravo's indifference delighted Frank, and he said, "I'm sure you know my work, and those machines
would be really useful for me—just state a price, and I'll take everything."
Bravo did a double take and soon chuckled cheerfully. "What are you saying, Mr. Lawrence? If you'd
just ask, you can even have this land, let alone this scrap—heck, I can make the call here: Take
everything you want, and we won't ask for a cent!"
Frank shook his head. "That won't do."
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