Chapter 3

Facing over a dozen submachine guns pointed at him, Frank didn't even bother to lift an eyelid.

He slowly released Sophia's hand, took off the worn military backpack from his shoulder, and unzipped it.

Every powerful figure and police officer in the hall stared intently at his movements, thinking he was about to pull out a bomb. Carlos was so nervous he shouted, "Hands on your head! Put down the backpack, or I'll order them to shoot right now!"

However, what Frank pulled out was a black and white photograph.

In the photo was a young soldier in military uniform, smiling brightly in the sunshine.

That was Sophia's older brother, Frank's comrade-in-arms who had been through life and death with him—Carl.

Frank held the photo with both hands, ignoring all the gun barrels around him, and walked step by step to the main position in the church that was supposed to belong to the bride and groom. He carefully wiped the dust off the table and placed Carl's memorial photo squarely in the center.

Then Frank stepped back half a step and gave an extremely standard military salute to the photo.

"Carl, I've brought you home."

After doing all this, Frank slowly turned around. His eyes, deep as an abyss, swept over those well-dressed New York elites present, his icy voice like the judgment of death, "Everyone, kneel down."

"Pay respects to my comrade."

As soon as the words fell, the entire church fell into a brief dead silence. Then, an extremely harsh burst of laughter erupted.

"Is this guy out of his mind?"

"Facing over a dozen submachine guns, and he still dares to make us kneel and pay respects to a dead man?"

"He really thinks he's some big shot! Just a soldier—you're definitely dead today!"

Those financial tycoons and political figures who were usually high and mighty pointed at Frank and mocked him without restraint. In their eyes, Frank was already a corpse.

Finn hid behind Carlos, clutching his crushed fingers, his face twisted with laughter, "Mr. White! Don't waste words on him! Break his legs—I want him kneeling beside me licking the bottom of my shoes!"

"Stupid fool who doesn't know he's about to die," Carlos pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, a flash of cruel killing intent in his eyes, and swung his right hand down sharply. "Open fire! Dead or alive doesn't matter!"

Over a dozen police officers instantly pulled their triggers.

At this critical moment, outside the church, a terrifying roar suddenly came, like a massive earthquake.

Then came the sound of boots hitting the ground in perfect unison.

That sound carried a suffocating iron-blooded killing intent, approaching from far away, instantly surrounding the entire Saint Laurent Cathedral.

"What's going on?" Carlos's face changed drastically as he whipped around to look.

The church's broken door was violently kicked away, crashing heavily against the wall and shattering into pieces.

The next second, the scene outside the door made everyone present freeze in terror.

A dark mass of people flooded in like a bursting dam. Hundreds of fully armed elite warriors in black heavy armor, like demons killing their way out of hell, instantly sealed off all entrances and exits.

Each one of them wore a bleeding skull medal on their chest—the Asura Medal.

Hundreds of heavy automatic rifles were instantly raised, and dense red infrared laser dots, like a swarm of bees, locked dead onto the foreheads of Carlos and those dozen police officers.

A terrifying oppressive force capable of destroying heaven and earth instantly filled the church.

"Drop your weapons! Kneel!" The lead Asura Warrior let out a roar.

Those dozen police officers who had been so arrogant just moments ago were scared out of their wits, their submachine guns dropping straight to the ground. Their legs went weak, and they all knelt down in unison, trembling all over.

Behind his lenses, Carlos's eyes were filled with extreme fear. The Morgan family background he was so proud of meant nothing before these people.

"Asura Mercenary Alliance... you're the elite of the Asura Mercenary Alliance!" Carlos knelt on the ground, his teeth chattering wildly. "How is this possible?"

The dozens of powerful figures who had just been mocking Frank as good as dead now knelt in terror, not even daring to lift their heads.

Finn, who had been shouting just moments ago, now had his mouth hanging open, a foul smell coming from his pants, completely paralyzed with fear.

"Lord!" Hundreds of Asura Elite Warriors knelt on one knee in unison, bowing their proud heads to Frank standing in the center of the hall.

Sophia stared blankly at all this.

Looking at that man standing at the main position like a god, then at those elites who were usually so arrogant but now groveled on the ground like ants, she could no longer suppress her emotions and broke down crying, covering her face.

Frank walked up to Sophia and looked at the pure white wedding dress on her body that symbolized humiliation, his eyes suddenly turning cold.

"Riiip!" Frank forcefully pulled with both hands, tearing that expensive custom wedding dress into shreds from top to bottom.

Under Sophia's astonished gaze, Frank took off his heavy black military coat that was stained with gunpowder and the smell of war, and gently but firmly draped it over her thin shoulders.

The coat was heavy, but it carried a sense of security that could shield her from all the storms in the world.

"From today on, you are my sister."

Frank reached out to wipe away the tears on her face, each word like an unbreakable law, "From now on, no one in this world will dare make you kneel."

Sophia tightly gripped the corner of that coat, threw herself into Frank's arms, and cried her heart out, "Frank... thank you..."

After comforting Sophia, Frank slowly turned around.

His gaze fell on Finn, who was already scared out of his mind.

"Don't... don't kill me..." Finn wriggled backward like a maggot, looking at the approaching Frank with a face full of terror. "I'll do anything you want! I'll give you money! I'll give you all of the Morgan family's assets! Please don't kill me."

Frank walked expressionlessly to the center of the hall.

The large black bronze bell that Finn had brought as a "funeral gift" stood there quietly.

"Since you like giving bells so much."

Frank suddenly lifted one leg, like a bow drawn to the full moon, carrying tremendous force, and kicked that large bronze bell viciously.

The bronze bell let out a deafening roar, directly lifted off the ground by Frank's terrifying kick, and like a cannonball shot from a barrel, it smashed viciously toward Finn.

"No!"

Finn let out the last shrill scream of his life.

The bell crashed down heavily, smashing a deep pit in the hard marble floor.

And beneath the bronze bell, Finn's legs along with his lower body were directly smashed into a bloody pulp. Blood crazily overflowed along the edge of the bell, dyeing the carpet a bright red.

Carlos and those elites looked at that gruesome scene, so scared they wet themselves on the spot, crawling and rolling toward the corners.

Frank didn't even glance at Finn, casually picking up his military backpack.

"Leave one squad to safely escort Carl's photo and Sophia home."

Frank strode out of the church, his coat flapping in the wind behind him.

"Prepare the car."

A Asura Warrior respectfully opened the door of a black armored vehicle, "Lord, where are we going next?"

Frank got into the car and glanced at the corner of the marriage contract peeking out from his backpack, an extremely cold killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"To the Garcia family."

Today wasn't just the day Sophia suffered humiliation—it was also the day his fiancée, Lisa Garcia, the daughter of the Garcia family, was being forced to get engaged to the local wealthy Miller family.

"Since I'm back."

Frank lit a cigarette, and through the swirling smoke, his voice was ice-cold.

"Then I'll turn this whole New York upside down."