"What did you say?!"
Kain was shocked, but he ignored what Frank was saying and only cared that he insulted his brother.
"I'll repeat myself since you missed it, just because I'm nice."
Frank looked around, glowering as he said, "You're all invited by the Turnbulls to fight against the South Sea Crow. I don't want to affect morale by killing anyone here."
"What?! Hahaha!!!"
Kain was surprised Frank actually repeated himself and roared with thunderous laughter.
On the other hand, everyone around them was pursing their lips and shooting Frank awkward looks.
Sure, everyone invited here were martial elites from across the country. Most of them Birthright rank, none of them including Til or Kain could sense Frank's vigor.
That meant he was not a martial artist, and such a martial artist was threatening Kain—and by extension everyone else—as they watched.
He was not just suicidal—the man was a joke!
Did he think they would not see through him? What, was he so strong that even Kain could not tell?
Till was glowering nearby too—even if Glen Turnbull repeatedly insisted Frank was a powerful martial artist, reality would always beat hearsay, and he certainly did not sense anything of the like from him.
Kain remained unperturbed, chuckling coolly, "Well, since you refuse, your manwhore will be resting… in pieces! Why don't you sleep on it?"
"Insolence!"
Glen sprang to his feet, glowering as he bellowed, "What do you take my family and my niece for?! This is our house, not Cloudnine Sect!"
"Really? So what? I'm talking terms calmly here, but if you push me too far…"
Kain shot Glen with an unconcerned look, but his gaze turned murderous as he bared his fangs in a sneer. "I don't mind killing you right here and now, Mr. Turnbull."
"What?!" Glen was left shaking with rage.
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