Chapter 393

Frank had come to massacre the Larkins, and not by hiding.

He kicked down the front gates with a resounding crash, startling everyone inside.

Countless bodyguards charged out of the mansion right then and surrounded him and Hans.

Cram and Zeb stepped outside, and the latter was sneering when he saw Frank–he really doubted Frank would defeat all of his men!

“You really have the balls to come here, Frank…”

“Shut up!” Cram barked at him before turning toward Frank. “To what do we owe the pleasure this late, Mr. Lawrence?”

“Your son’s life,” Frank said, his expression nonchalant but his tone murderous.

Cram frowned. “Zeb made a mistake today, and I apologize. Can’t you look the other way this one time? Let him make amends…”

“Why bother writing laws if apologies work?” Frank growled coldly. “Give up your son, and I can spare your life.”

“How about twenty million dollars to Ms. Lane in compensation?” Cram pressed, convinced that money could solve everything.

“One last time,” Frank growled, his tone making it clear they were not talking about this. Give me your son. Don’t make me do this.”

Cram might be cowardly, but there was no way he would give up Zeb, his only son!

Growling through his teeth, “Since you don’t want to see reason, I have no choice! The two of you would either have to kill every man here, or you’ll both die!”

“Insolence,” Hans snarled–how dare these scum refuse Frank!

He sprinted toward Zeb with his hands outstretched.

Zeb flinched in terror as Hans moved like a lightning bolt!

Smack!

Suddenly, there was a dull thud as a black–clad man leapt in just before Hans reached Zeb, kicking Hans in the palm.

Both men quickly moved back, with the black–clad man stumbling several paces backward before he could anchor himself, On the other hand, Hans had already caught himself by just shoving one foot into the ground and was even licking his lips in excitement. “Hoho… I’m actually surprised there’s a challenge.

Cram was grinning as he looked at the black–clad man. “Thank you, Mr. Gorm. But be careful- those two are strong.”

“Hmph.”

Scarless Gorm snorted. “They’re just brats–how incompetent is your family that I, Scarless Gorm, the eighteenth Earthrank, have to put up with the likes of them?”

“Hmm… Scarless Gorm?” Hans was actually surprised. “The one who mastered the twelve forms of Tamarine Kicks?”

“Oh, you’ve heard of me? Then surrender already.” Scarless Gorm snorted in disdain, folding his arms before his chest.

“Earthrank? What is that?” Zeb turned toward his father.

Cram narrowed his eyes in glee. “It’s the ranking of the greatest martial artists beneath Skyrank.

Individuals who reach Earthrank can engage a hundred alone.”

Zeb gasped.

One against hundred? That was amazing!

“If Earthrank is already that impressive, what about Skyrank?”

“They’re not martial arts prodigies at that point.” Cram chuckled.

“Then what are they?”

“Beings like no other. Legends. Gods.”

Zeb gulped in awe.

Even if Scarless Gorm was not Skyrank, he would be more than enough against Frank and his friend!

However, Hans was casually pursing his lips. “You’re eighteenth on Earthrank, and you have the cheek to mention it repeatedly?”

Scarless Gorm frowned. “Did you just mock me, kid?”

“No, I’m not mocking you. I don’t give a shit about you at all, actually.” Hans sneered in disdain.