Raising his hand, Bravo beckoned, and all his men who were already sick of waiting sprang to their


    feet.


    They were all holding weapons, their eyes shing in excitement.


    Bravo then licked his lips and bellowed, "Mr. Lawrence has already dealt with the main issue, and the


    rest are just Szar rejects. What do we have to fear?! Let''s go, boys! Charge!"


    He led his men as they all dashed toward the Szars'' hired muscle who had just charged out of the


    factory.


    As both groups collided and a violent scuffle ensued, Frank stayed out of it. This was Kurt''s fight after


    all, and he should at least let his men have a chance to earn their keep.


    Instead, Frank took Jaud''s corpse to a quiet ce and searched it.


    The man had an assortment of poisons along with a tome called the Hundred Bane Anthology.


    After putting away the poisons, Frank read through the tome and was left shocked by the methods and


    process of harnessing poison from insects and other sources. There were even poisons he had never


    heard of—if anything, the Snowshade that Jaud used before was basic and insignificant.


    That was when he found a note at the very end: [This tome is a secret of Hundred Bane Sect, and the


    only copy. It must never fall to the hands of others.]


    ncing at Jaud''s corpse, Frank eximed in realization, "So that''s why you fled all the way here to


    Riverton. You stole this from Hundred Bane Sect! Well, it''s useless to me anyway—such a vile thing


    should not be allowed to exist."


    He struck with pure vigor, tunneling a hole into the ground.


    Kicking Jaud''s corpse into it, he threw the Hundred Bane Anthology into it as well and burnt both into


    cinders.


    When that was done, he returned to the factory, where the fight was already over.


    Aside from the ones who surrendered, Bravo and his men had cut down every hired muscle sent by the


    Szars.


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    With that, Kurt reimed his plot ofnd, while the Szars were in deep trouble as they lost their


    trump card for a revival. The newly built factory, along with all the precision machines and other


    equipment inside, were all now in Kurt''s possession, never to be returned.


    Bravo had a cut on his head and bled all over his face, but he did not seem to mind.


    Seeing Frank return, he excitedly thanked him, "We all owe you for this, Mr. Lawrence. We would never


    have reimed this plot ofnd otherwise."


    "It''s nothing. Just doing what I can," Frank said, ncing at the factory''s machines and suddenly


    having an idea. "So what are you going to do with those machines?"


    "What, all this junk?" Bravo chuckled. "We just want thend, not this rusty crap. It''s worthless to us.


    Mr. Stinson wouldn''t know how to run a pharmaceuticalpany anyway, and we can''t be bothered


    either... we''ll just have someone tow it away and sell it for scraps."


    Bravo''s indifference delighted Frank, and he said, "I''m sure you know my work, and those machines


    would be really useful for me—just state a price, and I''ll take everything."


    Bravo did a double take and soon chuckled cheerfully. "What are you saying, Mr. Lawrence? If you''d


    just ask, you can even have thisnd, let alone this scrap—heck, I can make the call here: Take


    everything you want, and we won''t ask for a cent!"


    Frank shook his head. "That won''t do."