However, Winter was too small to put up a fight, and the black–clad man smiled. “Calm down, it’s just a little mark on your face! It’d be over before you know it… But the harder you struggle, the more it’s going to hurt!”
Winter watched in tearful despair as the knife inched closer to her face.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed, illuminating the room.
At the same time, there was a loud crash downstairs, startling both Winter and the black–clad man!
“Frank! Help me!” Winter screamed on top of her lungs.
The black–clad man then felt a terrible murderous presence behind him and turned to find a figure standing there.
It was pitch–black, but the man’s eyes somehow gleamed icily.
Horrified and knowing that things had gone bad, the black–clad man tried to make the first move!
There was a dull sound, and the black–clad man froze.
He had no idea when Frank moved, but his knife was already gone.
That was not all, as his hand was cut off at the wrist too!
“Argh!!!” the black–clad man screamed as he stumbled backward. “W–Who are you?!”
Frank laughed coolly. “You came to my house without knowing who I am?”
The black–clad man blanched. “F–Frank Lawrence?! Impossible!”
His intel suggested that Frank was at best an advanced vigor wielder, but the man had just unleashed pure vigor!
That meant he was now Birthright, a rank of martial artists who could refine their vigor into pure vigor, shaping it into solid forms.
For example, they could cast a slash through thin air even when unarmed!
“Please, Mr. Lawrence! I’m begging you… I’m just under orders! I have no fight with you… J- Just let me go!”
The black–clad man was promptly on his knees, begging–he would never win against a Birthright, and he might just stand a chance if he begged!
“No chance. You tried to hurt my sister,” Frank said coldly and held his palm flat as he swiped.
The black–clad man felt himself choking as he reached up to his own throat, where blood was gushing, in panic.
He tried to speak but could not.
Soon, he collapsed on the floor, his eyes wide open as he died with much regret–he would never have taken this job if he had known that Frank was Birthright!
But it was now all too late.
Frank then took Winter out of her room and asked, “Are you hurt?”
“N–No…” Winter shook her head repeatedly, not quite recovered from her panic just yet.
“You should sleep in another room for tonight–don’t worry, everything is fine now,” Frank said calmly.
He never asked the black–clad man who sent him, but he had an idea.
And now that he had reached Birthright, he was invincible here in Riverton.
Meanwhile, every martial elite in Riverton had rushed out of their room, all of them staring fixedly at the sky as the downpour left them soaked through.
As Kenny Sparks stood on his house’s balcony, his wife quickly brought him an umbrella. ” What are you doing, standing here instead of staying in bed this late at night?”
Kenny was still staring blankly at the skies. “Someone in Riverton has just reached Birthright.”