Then, ncing at Winter who stood behind Jean, Hal chuckled. "Yo, what do we have here? I''ve never


    met you around this faculty before, beautiful! Don''t worry, I''m very reasonable—if you can''t afford my


    fee, spending the night with me at a motel works too."


    On the other hand, something snapped in Frank when he saw Hal''s lustful leer at Winter.


    He strode up and grabbed Hal by the shoulder, growling, "I was going to make a good impression with


    the students, but trash like you had to dwell here."


    Then, even as Hal looked on in confusion, Frank pped him viciously across the face and sent him


    rolling over the floor.


    "Get out of this faculty this instant!" Frank snapped.


    The students around them were subtly cheering, having had enough of Hal themselves.


    "Did you just hit me?!" Hal pointed at Frank and snapped even as he pushed himself off the floor.


    "Don''t you dare fucking run away! I''ll be back"


    The students around them appeared really concerned even as Hal threatened Frank.


    As Jean watched Hal clutch his face as he left, she went up to Frank. "Hal Lambert actually has strong


    connections in East City. You should postpone the lecture!"


    "Yeah. We shouldn''t upset them," Winter said in agreement, knowing that Frank was strong but would


    still rather he not get in trouble—or most importantly, hurt.


    "That''s unnecessary. He''s just trash," Frank snorted.


    Then, sweeping his gaze over the students watching him in the hallway, he added solemnly, "Also,


    don''t you think it''d be embarrassing if I fled when everyone''s here for my lecture? Let hime as


    many times as he wants. I''ll send him running all the same."


    "Yeah!!!"


    Someone cheered, and everyone started pping—Frank certainly made an impression even before


    he gave his lecture!


    Only Jean was left frowning.


    Nheless, the lecture started as scheduled, and Frank stood with his hands sped behind his back


    at the podium.


    He did not prepare his materials and watched as countless pairs of eyes stared at him in curiosity.


    He felt a sense of mncholy, as the sight reminded him of how Mystic Sky Sect was three years ago.


    "Good afternoon, everyone. My name is Frank Lawrence, and I''m the head of pharmaceutical


    development in Grande Pharma. Today, I''m giving a general lecture on medicine—"


    "Get out here, Frank Lawrence!"


    Frank just finished his opening speech when the door was kicked open, and his expression turned cool


    as he stared at the thugs standing there, holding pipes, baseball bats, and the like.


    The students turned pale in stunned silence.


    "Apologies—I will deal with this and continue the lectureter." Frank nodded at them before striding


    down the podium, impassive as he strode out to the hallway.


    The thugs were crowding the hallway and surrounding him, and Hal was with them, this time carrying a


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    metal baseball bat.


    Pointing at Frank, he sneered vacuously. "Weren''t you being full of yourself earlier? Don''t you know my


    brother is Bravo Lambert?! He just needs to give the word, and you''d die without knowing what hit you.


    Believe me!"


    "I really doubt that." Frank shook his head even as the thugs looked on, leaving them confused.


    After all the people they roughed up before, it was this brat who stood up to them and so conceitedly at


    that?!