Chapter 31
As the dust settled, everyone could see Frank standing there.
Leo narrowed his eyes at him. “Who are you?”
Frank did not respond.
Instead, he turned to look at Helen on the floor, asking coolly, “You’re the one who hurt her?”
On the other hand, Robin’s eyes bulged when he saw that it was Frank and promptly pointed at Frank as he barked, “Dad! That’s him! He’s the bastard who did this to me! Don’t let him escape!”
Leo took a deep breath, his eyes glaring murder. “Amazing. You come knocking on my door, sparing me the effort of looking for you.”
On the other hand, Frank’s eyes were red, his knuckles clenching as he growled slowly and clearly, ” I’m asking a question.”
“Hmph.” Leo snorted. “So what if I did?”
“Then die!” Frank bellowed and shot toward Leo like a missile, kicking a gust behind him.
“What?!” Leo’s eyes widened in disbelief–that was so fast!
However, he was no slouch himself after being a gangster for so many years–he whipped out the machete from behind his desk, slashing it through the air even before locking onto Frank!
Frank shifted to the side, allowing the sharp blade to move inches from his shirt before punching Leo
in the wrist.
“Argh!” Leo screamed, heartrending pain striking him as his bones shattered.
He dropped the machete, which fell right into Frank’s hands.
There was a cool flash.
Suddenly, Leo no longer felt his hand hurting… until he saw his own arm in the air, flying past his
own eyes.
Looking down, he saw his arm gone and blood shooting out like a geyser!
“Argh!!!” He clutched the stump that was his hand. Glowering savagely at Frank as a vein bulged over his neck, he bellowed, “Kill him! Kill him!!!”
Countless goons swarmed into his office, but Frank fearlessly swung the machete with the grace of a butterfly.
In no time at all, the office was bathed in blood as countless goons lay in puddles of blood.
Leo, who had been leaning against his desk, felt his rage vaporizing as he watched his goons fall one after the other.
Fear crept down his spine as he mumbled, “W–Who is he?!”
When Frank cut down another goon, he flicked the blood off the machete and pointed at the rest. “I have no fight against you. Leo Grayson shall be the only one to die here–so if you don’t want to die, leave.”
The goons traded glances and promptly dropped all their weapons!
Leo’s face fell, and he bellowed, “Kill him! Kill him, and you get five million!”
Money did get one everything, but the man before them had already cut down over forty of their buddies–and the man did not even blink!
Would the dozen of them left even last?! Even if there was money offered, they had to be alive to spend it!
As they fled Leo’s office without looking back, Leo screamed hysterically, “Get back here, you pieces of shit!”
That was when Frank suddenly put his foot on his chest, knocking the breath out of him while his face paled immediately.
He glared at him furiously but growled despite the difficulty, “You can’t kill me. I’m the top dog of West City, and the Chandlers of Middleton have my back! They’ll have your head if you kill me!” “Chandler… who?” Frank snorted in disdain. “There’s only death if you lay a finger on my woman.‘
