Chapter 888

As Glen reared his chin at Frank hostilely, Titus strode up. "Wait, Mr. Turnbull." He chuckled coolly. "Frank Lawrence can wait, now that Professor Roberts has seen how pointless Draconia traditional medicine is. Time to show Mr. Lawrence what proper experts can do—it won't be too late to kill him after." That was exactly what he wanted—to beat Frank physically and psychologically, just to wipe that smug grin off his face and make him kneel before him. "Are you done talking?" Professor Roberts asked, already impatient. "Yeah." Glen nodded. "Please help my father." Kendra snorted coolly. "See? The professor isn't making excuses for his failure, unlike that whippersnapper." At the same time, the Turnbulls and Lionhearts' retainers encircled Frank and did nothing else, since Glen would not go against Titus when he wanted the Lionhearts' help. Having had his orders, Professor Roberts opened his briefcase. Pulling a green tube from a cold storage case, he inserted it into a syringe w