Frank was already on the edge of fury.


    He strode forward, his knuckle poised with neither sympathy nor hesitation.


    Galen paled—he did not even see Frank move, but Frank had already reached him!


    Before he could react, he felt an agony over his shoulder, as if struck by a steel hammer!


    Even as Galen dropped his sword, Frank did not pause as he punched Galen in the face!


    Unable to stop Frank at all, Galen was knocked down to the floor, rolling several times before he finally


    stopped!


    “I said, let them go!” he growled as he seized Galen by the neck!


    “What… The chief didn’t evenst one blow?!”


    The Flying Sword Sect apprentices around them were bbergasted.


    Their chief was already defeated, and no help wasing!


    They were certainly eager to let their hostages go since no good woulde from upsetting Frank


    now…


    However, Galen’s face contorted savagely as he bellowed, “Don’t you dare! Kill them all!”


    His only thought was to avenge his son’s death. Even if he could not kill Frank, he would have Winter


    and her mother die with them!


    He would make Frank pay, to make him live his life in regret!


    “You asked for it!” Frank snapped, incensed.


    “Oof!”


    Galen grunted as Frank struck him in the sr plexus with his palm, leaving him utterly enfeebled as


    his cultivation vaporized!


    Frank in turn red at the Flying Sword Sect apprentices and barked, “Move, or I’ll cripple your


    cultivation like I did with him and take away your limbs!‘


    The Flying Sword Sect apprentices were absolutely terrified by his threat.


    They had only joined the sect to learn martial arts. Would all of their hard work this far not go to waste if


    their cultivation was crippled?!


    It was certainly not worth giving up everything for the Yaffe family!


    One of them even threw down his weapon and surrendered right away. “Sir, we even had to pay them


    to study their martial arts. We have no fight with you–please, let us go.”


    “Yes, yes, yes… We never did anything…”


    And with one leading the way, the others promptly followed suit.


    “Then leave,” Frank snapped at them.


    Relieved, they promptly ran!


    “Bastards…” Galen was seething but unable to do a thing.


    Turning and ring viciously at Frank, he growled, “Kill me if you dare. My brother will definitely avenge


    me…”


    Frank regarded him with disdain. “No, I won’t. I’ll let you run off and cry to him. I wee anything that


    Flying Sword Sect would throw at me.”


    With that, Frank kicked Galen, sending him flying out of the snackbar.


    Galen had pushed himself up despite the pain, wobbling as he pointed at Frank and snapped, ” Fine!


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    Just you wait!”


    Trevor watched him leave, before hurrying to Frank. “Sir, are you sure letting him go is a good idea?


    He’s definitely going to spice up history…”


    “The other Flying Sword Sect apprentices would do the same even if we kill him,” Frank said calmly.


    “And I’ve already made an enemy of Flying Sword Sect before–at least we’re in an open war now.”


    “I see…”