Chapter 353

Meanwhile, at a certain military barracks in the fringes of Riverton, an officer wearing camos was taking a nap in his office.

When his phone suddenly jingled with a notification, he snorted impatiently as he took his cap off his face. “Who the fuck is it? It’s in the middle of the friggin‘ afternoon…”

As he grumpily whipped out his phone, he was wide awake when he saw the sender.

“Oh, shit…” He scrambled to his feet and barked at his men, “Assemble everyone, stat!”

Aside from the soldiers at the barracks, the Quills were assembling as well.

Vicky wasted no time and called Cliff Dixon as well, telling him to gather every man at their disposal to come to the clubhouse.

Flying Sword Sect was no small force—the Quills alone would be no match for their numbers.

However, before Cliff could do as Vicky asked, Susan Redford suddenly snatched his phone and snapped, “What are you doing, Vicky? Why are you suddenly gathering everyone?”

“Oh, I don’t have to explain,” Vicky sighed impatiently. “Frank’s in trouble–he has a little dispute with Flying Sword Sect, so let Cliff send everyone here already.”

“What?!” Susan exclaimed in shock. “Why are you butting in if that man has a beef with Flying Sword Sect? Don’t you know how powerful they are?”

Vicky frowned. “So what?”

“We’re not the only faction in Riverton!” Susan lectured her. “And now you’d make enemies of the sect because of one man? That’s no different from shooting ourselves in the foot! Also, we still have the Salazars breathing down our necks–they’d come for us as soon as we show any sign of weakness!”

“So what?! Frank is worth it! And as long as he lives, the Salazars will be crushed!” Vicky shot back, deeply convinced of Frank’s worth.

“Enough!” Susan bellowed. “You’re just being stubborn now. We won’t get involved in this- don’t you dare ask our people to sacrifice themselves for nothing, let alone Frank Lawrence.”

“Just stay out of this, Mom!” Vicky reasoned. “This is serious–our family’s future is at stake!”

Susan, however, thought nothing of it. “Save it. You’re just blinded by your infatuation for that boy–his fate has nothing to do with our family.”

With that, Susan hung up.

“Hey!!!” Vicky snapped, stamping her feet angrily–that mother of hers would really get her killed!

Hurrying to Frank’s side, she said, “I’m sorry, Frank–I can’t bring in my men. Why don’t we leave for now and wait until I can bring them in?”

“Hahaha!” Jan laughed coldly, overjoyed when he heard them. “Really? So the Turnbulls are not going to fight against Flying Sword Sect? Your grandad is smart–I’d give him that. He’s not stupid enough to provoke us over a gigolo!”

Without the Turnbulls, only the Quills remained on Frank’s side.

They might still command respect, but not far enough to protect Frank from harm!

When the Flying Sword Sect members arrived, they could demand that Frank cripple his cultivation…

After that, they could do whatever they wanted with him!

Frank, however, simply shook his head. “It’s just Flying Sword Sect, Vicky. You don’t need to call them in.”

“This isn’t a joke, Frank,” Vicky reasoned, not wanting Frank to die because he was trying to act tough.

“Please think about this carefully!”

“Shit, you can really pretend,” Jan scoffed in disdain nearby.

Suddenly, a deafening crash resounded around them!