Chapter 313

The tattooed man did a double take.

Someone that strong there was in this little apothecarium all this while?

Frank stepped out to the lobby just then, with Janet hiding behind him.

He was about to start cooking a pill, only to hear the commotion outside.

He stepped out and saw in surprise the two goons chasing Janet, and he kicked them without holding back.

He then looked around the lobby and found Kim and Liv as well.

“Who are you?” he asked icily. “You have some balls to cause trouble here.”

The tattooed man glanced at Frank but soon dismissed him as he barked, “Get him.”

His gang of goons promptly charged, while Janet cried in warning, “Watch out, Mr. Lawrence!”

However, those small fries were completely insignificant in Frank’s eyes.

He shot forward like a bolt, dancing between the goons as he sent all of them flying with each one punch.

“Shit…” The tattooed man paled–so Frank was really strong!

However, even as he watched his men fall one after another, he whipped out his dagger.

Waiting for the perfect moment, he shoved it at Frank… only for Frank to catch it between his fingers.

“What…” The tattooed man paled in disbelief, stunned by Frank’s strength!

Frank’s eyes flashed in disdain as he flicked his fingers, shoving the dagger backward with such force it left the tattooed man stunned.

Even as the tattooed man dropped his dagger, Frank sent him flying with a kick!

The tattooed man collapsed in a pile at the door way with a loud thud, cursing, “Fuck! You messed with Skyhawk Sect… You’ve really done it now, bastard!”

Frank frowned–the Skyhawk Sect was a cabal of killers with strong influence down south. However, his glare of contempt never faded. “Skyhawk Sect? Even your boss would have to kowtow and apologize if he was here.”

The tattooed man was shocked that Frank would disrespect his sect, and it seemed that Frank knew about them as well.

“Fine, I will remember this! Just you wait!” he snapped before rising to his feet and fleeing, knowing that he would never win or be able to take Kim with them.

Frank did not particularly hold a grudge and naturally did not chase after him.

He turned toward Janet. “Are you hurt?”

Janet shook his head. “I’m fine… But the ladies…”

Frank turned to the direction she was looking and saw that Kim was leaning feebly against the wall.

He was just about to walk up to her, but Liv promptly stood in his way. “What are you doing?”

“Your friend’s really hurt. She could die if she isn’t treated,” Frank explained.

Kim pressed a hand on Liv’s shoulder as she straightened herself.

“Thanks for saving us there, sir,” she nodded at Frank. “I’m Kim White of Southdam. However, I can only convey my sincerest gratitude another time…”

However, Frank studied her complexion and asked, “You must have suffered an internal injury, didn’t you? Hold out your arm.”

“You know medicine?” Kim asked in surprise.