Evan Lin sat in the back seat and didn’t get out of the car.
Shawn Shi and Donny Dong, all muscle, looked way more intimidating than Big Tank’s flabby bulk.
Seeing Shawn and Donny get out of the car, Clinton Lewis narrowed his eyes: "So these are Big Tank’s last trump cards? They’ve got decent builds, but at best they’re just at the Outer Strength level."
"Once my Frank gets back, none of you are escaping!"
Clinton Lewis sneered coldly.
In his mind, Frank Lewis’s strength was unrivaled in all of Minghai.
Maybe if Titan Niu from the Niu family were here, he could trade a few blows with Frank, but these small fries in front of him? They’d be finished in a couple punches.
"Your Frank probably isn’t coming back."
Big Tank clenched his fists and strode forward, ready to grab Clinton Lewis by the collar.
"What do you mean!" Clinton Lewis’s face froze, his eyes turning grim.
"I mean exactly what I said. Your Frank Lewis isn’t coming back—ever! Damn, he even tried to ambush me!" Big Tank cursed as he reached for Clinton Lewis.
Clinton Lewis had built up his reputation in Minghai for years, always seeming untouchable. But now, hearing Big Tank’s words, his face went pale.
Bang!
Just as Big Tank was about to grab Clinton Lewis’s collar, Old Wu, who’d been standing off to the side, suddenly stepped forward. Despite his lean frame, he delivered a crisp, powerful kick to Big Tank’s chest, sending him rolling backward several times before coming to a stop.
“How dare you!” Old Wu stepped up, shielding Clinton Lewis, his face cold and stern. “A bunch of nobodies from who knows where dare lay a hand on the Lewis clan’s patriarch? You must have a death wish!”
Old Wu barked, his voice full and powerful. The face that was usually all smiles was now deadly serious. His right arm twitched, fist tightening, and the air crackled with sharp sounds.
He’d always seemed a bit scrawny, but now, in an instant, he seemed to grow taller, looking years younger.
“An Inner Strength expert?”
Shawn Shi, who’d been standing off to the side, froze in surprise at the sight.
Old Wu’s face was stern as he sneered, "If you want to touch our patriarch, you’ll have to get through me first!"
Old Wu, aren’t you—weren’t you already…? Clinton Lewis was stunned by Old Wu’s sudden display.
Patriarch, I was badly injured years ago. Thanks to your care, I’ve recovered—though not at my peak, I’m more than enough for these small fries." Old Wu’s qi surged, his brows rising, and with each step he seemed to grow half a foot taller.
In just a few steps, he was already half a head taller than Shawn Shi!
Go!
Shawn’s face changed; he shouted to Donny. Both were much stronger than Big Tank and charged forward from both sides, attacking Old Wu.
Their fists shot out, aiming to take him down in one blow.
Old Wu sneered, swinging both fists. In a flash, he struck Shawn and Donny, sending them flying.
What did you do to my Frank?!
Seeing Shawn and Donny knocked to the ground by Old Wu, Clinton Lewis looked around, grabbed a nearby golf club, twisted the top, and slowly drew out a gleaming thin sword.
Clinton Lewis gritted his teeth, staring coldly at the men on the floor: "With just you guys, how could you possibly be a match for my Frank?!"
"Did you use some kind of dirty trick?"
Clinton Lewis’s mind was in turmoil; all the Lewis family’s hopes rested on Frank Lewis.
Even though Old Wu had suddenly erupted with power and knocked Shawn and Donny flat, if Frank was really gone for good like Big Tank said, then half of the Lewis family’s future was finished!
Hmph!
Big Tank spat. Shawn Shi and Donny Dong coughed up blood, struggling to get up.
Against a true Inner Strength expert, neither Shawn nor Donny stood a chance.
The gap between Outer Strength and Inner Strength was just too huge.
Clinton Lewis walked over with a dark face, stepped on Big Tank’s face, pressing the thin sword against him, lowering his head: "I’ll count to three. After three, I’ll slice off a chunk of your flesh every second!"
"Let’s see how long you can keep that tough mouth!"
Clinton Lewis clenched his teeth. Old Wu stood beside him, looking every bit the master.
He stood there, eyes distant: "Patriarch, if those two are useless, I’ll just kill them now."
Old Wu glanced at Shawn and Donny like he was looking at two dead dogs.
"Kill them!"
Clinton Lewis’s words had barely left his mouth.
Suddenly, a car door quietly opened.
Right after, there was a soft click.
Then Clinton Lewis felt something wet on his back. He reached out, touched it, and looked at his hand—covered in fresh blood!
The dark red blood looked like the deepest paint, shocking to the eye.
Clinton Lewis shuddered, whipping his head around. In the spot beside him, Old Wu—who’d just looked so cool and aloof—now had a faint red line across his neck.
He was still standing there, keeping his pre-death expression, but that line across his throat kept widening, blood spraying out and splattering onto Clinton Lewis’s body and face.
The spreading crimson made Clinton Lewis’s eyes go wide.
Snap.
Just as Evan Lin pushed open the car door and stepped out, he snapped his fingers.
Clinton Lewis shuddered all over.
Old Wu’s head fell straight to the ground, rolling far away, while his body stayed standing, unmoving.
As you wished—he’s dead.
Evan Lin spoke coolly. Clinton Lewis turned his head with difficulty and saw the youth leaning against the car door not far away.
Who are you?!
Clinton Lewis’s voice trembled.
He had no idea how the other had struck!
I’m the one sending you to see your son.
Evan Lin yawned: "I thought there’d be more small fry here, but I guess there aren’t."
But that’s fine—saves me the trouble.
Evan Lin glanced at Clinton Lewis, then at Big Tank pinned under his foot. With a wave of his hand, a sharp blast sliced off Clinton’s leg that was pressing on Big Tank’s face!
Ah!
Clinton Lewis screamed in pain, collapsed to the ground, clutching his leg, his face twisted in agony.
Even beating a dog, you look at the owner. It’s a pity, after all these years, you finally produced a Frank—and he turned out to be nothing but trash.