Chapter 1290

Even before Ivor could finish his maniacal ravings, Frank crushed his ankles under his foot. "Argh!!!" Even as Ivor screamed hysterically, he finally felt fear. After all, there could only be two reasons Frank would keep going despite Ivor name-dropping his own father—the first being that Frank's connections were far more powerful, and the second, that Frank did not have connections but was dead set on killing him. Whatever reason it might be, things would not end well for him. As such, despite the agony, he started to plead endlessly to Frank, "Please, I surrender, I surrender! Please don't kill me!" Terror showed in his eyes even as he felt Frank's foot near his nape—he would really die if Frank shoved his foot down! "Hmph…" Feeling Frank taking his foot away from his nape, Ivor breathed a sigh of relief, only for him to feel the heartrending pain from his hand and leg again. 'Motherfucker! Messing with me just because you're a martial artist?! Once I return to Zamri alive…