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As Frank sent a punch with devastating force, Bron paled, caught off guard.
He did not think that Frank’s pure vigor would be that abundant!
Mustering every ounce of his own vigor, he raised his arms to parry Frank’s blow!
Pow!
A violent shockwave unfurled with a resounding crack in the air.
Frank stood motionless.
On the other hand, Bron stumbled several paces backward, the floor cracking where his feet. made contact.
“Son of a…” He swore under his breath, while sweat poured over his back.
His arm felt numb as if struck by a thunderbolt!
He did not think that a young man like Frank could unleash such might with a single punch- not even his full strength would make the brat budge!
So that was why he remained unfettered from the very start!
However, just before Frank moved in for the kill, Robert Quill arrived on the scene and shouted, “Please hold back, Mr. Lawrence!
Frank was taken aback and stilled his vigor at Robert’s call. “What are you doing here,. Governor Quill?”
Robert hurried to him and admitted, “I heard about your fight with the Salazars, Mr. Lawrence. I was going to discuss the issue, but I found you fighting Mr. Howard here as soon as Larrived.”
“I see.
Thank you for your concern
governor,” Frank replied.
Bron was stunned as he turned toward Robert. “You know the boy, Mr. Quill?”
He was confused–how did Frank manage to earn Robert’s friendship?
If anything, they should not know each other at all!
“Of course,” Robert quickly said. “Allow me to introduce: this is Mr. Frank Lawrence.”
As governor, he was naturally acquainted–if not close friends–with the four major sects of Riverton and their elites.
Still, he considered Frank to be an equal of all four sects despite his youth, and he would rather they did not burn bridges.
Bron growled coolly, “Save it. I know him already.”
“Oh! Well, why go as far as to start a fight?” Robert quickly smiled. “Why don’t we put this little misunderstanding behind us? Think of it as doing me a favor…”
“Impossible!” Bron bellowed in rage. “That bastard killed my son! I’ll kill him, whatever it takes!”
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“What?!” Robert exclaimed in shock.
Turning toward Frank blankly, he hurried to him and asked, “Mr. Lawrence, did you really kill Mr. Howard’s son?”
“Who is his son?”
“Troy Howard. Fair skin, a little on the slender side…”
“I only kicked him,” Frank replied flatly. “He’s still alive.”
“Shut up!” Bron bellowed, his face contorted in fury as he remembered the tragic sight of his son’s death. “My son’s head was in pieces! Your quarrel is with the Salazars! You didn’t have to kill him for it!”
Frank snorted in disdain. “I only kicked your son in the chest. If his head is in pieces, then you should really investigate why instead.”
“f**k you!” His reaction only further incensed Bron.
He launched toward Frank, ready to take him out with him.
Fortunately, Robert remained calm and quickly intercepted Bron. “Please calm down, Mr. Howard.”
“How could I?!” Bron growled through his teeth. “My son died in the worst way possible!”
