Chapter 340

Frank glanced at Seth even as he lay on the floor..

If Fred did not hurt Seth, he could pull some strings and ensure Fred’s safety.

However, Flying Sword Sect would not rest when Seth was now basically castrated.

“What, you can’t do it?” Fred asked, staring at Frank.

“I can, and you have my word,” Frank replied flatly.

His phone then rang with a phone call from Trevor. “Hello, Mr. Lawrence? Where are you right now?”

“Brock Estates‘ offices. What’s wrong?” Frank replied.

“Galen Yaffe, the chief of Flying Sword Sect’s Riverton branch, just sent all his boys to your location,”

Trevor said urgently. “Do you know what happened there?”

Frank scratched his head. “Fred Lawrence blew Seth Yaffe’s balls off. Also, we still have Seth in our hands.”

Trevor gasped right then and stammered, “T–Then what are you going to do? Start a war with Flying Sword Sect?”

“Sure, if they want one,” Frank replied nonchalantly.

They had already insulted the branch chief, and he was never going to let this slide.

If anything, he would like to make it fast and was certainly not worried about making more enemies.

“Understood,” Tervore replied and hung up.

Frank turned back to Fred. “Now, tell me–how did you upset Seth over there?”

Fred told him everything in detail, and Frank nodded as he walked up to Seth. “Hey, kid–my boy was going to spare you, but you blindsided him instead? You deserve this, to be honest.” Seth’s face was pale, and he had long since lost all sensation beneath the belt.

He was now a cripple, and he certainly could curse endlessly at the other two men, but it was pure agony just to move. “Motherfuckers… My dad will kill you both for what you did to me!” “We’ve already come this far.” Frank snorted, waving him off. “You can stop talking tough now.”

As he slowly rose to his feet, a middle–aged man strode into the lobby and barked, “Are you here, Mr.

Frank Lawrence?”

Frank stepped outside in response and looked downstairs. “Right here. Can I help you?”

“The name is Quentin Zodac.” The man smiled in greeting, his expression perfectly neutral.” As Flying Sword Sect’s Riverton branch’s chief servant, I’m here to negotiate this issue. I was told you have Master Seth in your custody?” “Indaad 11-1 “Sir, I have to inform you that this is our turf, and your friend was causing trouble,” Quentin said lengthily, having been informed about everything by Seth’s bodyguards. “Your friend. hurt Master Seth, and his retaliation was justified self–defense. Don’t you think that your action is disagreeable?”

Frank smiled. “Oh, you–my friend came to murder Brock Summer and Marian Henley, while your boy struck him with a dirty move, and he’s not supposed to fight back? Also, if you’re here to negotiate, then state your terms already.”

Quentin clasped his hands behind his back in response. “Master Yaffe is right outside, and he has spoken–those who weren’t involved will be deemed innocent. That is, as long as Master Seth is safe, and Fred Lawrence dies.”

“Haha!” Frank laughed coldly. “A real optimist, huh? But no–he only gets to choose one.”