Chapter 344

Galen glanced at Carol and Winter.

This time and place… Did Trevor come for these two?

After some thought, he decided to meet the man.

Trevor soon entered the snackbar, nodding with a smile. “It’s an honor to finally meet you, Mr. Yaffe.”

Galen did not get up–Trevor was just a businessman, so what could he do anyway?

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” he asked bluntly.

Trevor chuckled. “I have orders from Mr. Lawrence to protect Ms. Lawrence and Madam Zims.

“Hah!” Galen snorted in disdain. “Protect them? They are my hostages.”

“I’d advise you not to get overconfident, Mr. Yaffe,” Trevor said slowly and clearly. “Mr. Lawrence was already furious when you threatened Ms. Lawrence, and I’d rather you release them right now. Do so, and I could at least speak in your favor so that things don’t get out of hand.”

If anything, Trevor was just not aware that Frank had already killed Seth, or he would have attacked Galen and his men already.

Galen simply laughed at Trevor’s face.

Even if Frank had support, Galen was convinced he was no match for Flying Sword Sect.

He even started floating at that, “Mr. Zurich, I could see that you are worthy of respect–and yet you’re here, helping a piece of shit and even addressing him with reverence. How shameless can you be?”

Trevor’s expression was suddenly vicious. “Mr. Lawrence is not to be insulted, Mr. Yaffe. You will pay for your insult.”

Galen snorted. “Pay? How?”

The Flying Sword Sect apprentices surrounded Trevor immediately, while Trevor’s men also whipped out their weapons.

However, as things got tense, Frank and Fred entered the snackbar.

“Mr. Lawrence?” Trevor was actually shocked, surprised that Frank arrived so quickly.

Galen was shocked too, because no one informed him of the pair’s arrival!

Unbeknownst to him, Frank had already taken down all his men outside.

“Fred!”

Carol and Winter were stunned to see Fred covered in blood. Did he really kill Brock?! However, the Flying Sword Sect apprentices were standing between them and Fred… Galen was glaring furiously at Frank in turn. “So you’re Frank Lawrence?”

“Yes. Let them go, and I’ll let you leave,” Frank bellowed bluntly.

“Where is my son?! Give him back to me!” Galen demanded in return.

Frank’s glare was like a sword that pierced his chest. “He’s dead. He paid the price for threatening my people.”

“What?!” Galen was left dumbstruck, and his expression contorted savagely.

“Men! Get in here and kill this bastard!” he bellowed in rage…

But no one came in.

While Galen was still perplexed, Frank said icily, “I’ve already taken out those apprentices of yours whatever men you have left in your room is whatever men you have left.”

“And I told you to let them go!” he then bellowed.

Galen pursed his lips.

Impossible! He brought over fifty men–how could Frank have defeated them all?!

However, he was unfettered by Frank’s bellow. He would avenge his son’s death, whatever it took!

“Fuck you! I’ll kill you!”

With a raging cry, Galen whipped out his sword and leapt toward Frank!