Chapter 334
Brock laughed heartily. “Get yourself cleaned up and dress pretty. We’re meeting a bigwig tonight.”
“Are you talking about Seth Yaffe?” Marian asked, immediately interested.
The man was the junior chieftain of Flying Sword Sect’s Riverton Branch and far more influential than Brock.
If she could seize this opportunity and get in Jan’s good graces, she would not have to worry about a thing for the rest of her life!
In fact, she had no intention of sticking with Brock–she only wanted to use him as a springboard to keep leaping higher!
Naturally, her scheme was not lost on Brock.
Still, it suited him just fine–Marian was as ambitious as she was pretty and skilled in bed.
If she could sink her claws into Jan Yaffe, his friendship with the man would definitely blossom further!
Nodding, he said, “Yes–his uncle is Kuno Yaffe, the chief of Flying Sword Sect himself. Try your best to give him a good time.”
Marian beamed. “Oh, come on. You know how good I am with such things.
Brock smiled as well and pulled her toward him. “Sure, but I’ll have to test you again just to check.”
Bang!
They were ready to go for another round when Brock’s office door was kicked open violently. “Ahhh!” Marian jumped in surprised and promptly straightened her clothes but breathed at sigh of relief as soon as she saw that it was Fred.
“We’ve already broken up!” she snapped impatiently. “Why are you still coming after me? We’re never getting back together.”
“You’re mistaken. I’m not here for you I’m here for him,” Fred said coldly, glaring at Brock as he pointed at the gash on his head. “You really did a number on me here, and I haven’t repaid the favor.”
Brock had been frowning, surprised that Fred actually came.
However, he simply laughed at Fred’s words, thinking him stupid right then.
“So, what are you going to do? Hit me?” He even gloated and pointed at his own head. Come on, do it! Do you even have the balls?”
Marian was snickering at Fred too, convinced he would not do a thing… until Frank whipped out his handmade gun and pressed the barrel on Brock’s head.
Both of them were petrified right then, with Brock immediately sweating bullets. “D–Do you know what you’re doing?!”
“Put that down right now!” Marian shrieked.
“What, are you scared now?” Fred growled through his teeth. “Weren’t you both so happy about bullying me before? Weren’t you so sure I was a wuss?”
Brock pursed his lips, but soon snorted. “Hah! Don’t think you can flex on me with some toy gun–shoot me if you have the balls!!
Fred had certainly presumed that Brock would be scared as soon as he whipped out his gun, and was surprised Brock was so stubborn.
Brock could see that he was hesitant and became even more sure that he would never shoot.
“Hmph!” He snorted again, smacking his palm on the table. “Put that peashooter right now, wuss!”
Fred’s breathing turned rushed and heavy right then, and he remembered how Brock and Marian insulted him as if he was totally insignificant.
Bang!
Fred had suddenly turned his gun toward Brock’s arm and fired!
Brock’s arm was promptly blown to shreds. Only a small bundle of skin and tendons kept what
was left of it attached to his shoulders, while blood ejected like a geyser!
Brock instantly lost all sensation in his arm as the gunshot left him deafened!
