In the next moment, under the watchful eyes of several people, Prince Avery of Genosha arrived in front of Frank, who was about to summon a mystical beast, at lightning speed.
"Ungrateful wretch!"
"Bang!" The sound of a stone wall shattering echoed as Frank struggled to rise amidst the swirling dust, looking at his father in disbelief.
"Father! You..." Frank had just managed to stand up, but before he could finish his sentence, Prince Avery of Genosha swiftly moved forward once again, raising his hand high.
"Slap!" The crisp sound of a slap rang out.
Frank looked at his father Avery in disbelief, his cheek instantly swelling up like a freshly baked loaf of bread, with fresh blood appearing again at the corner of his mouth.
"Ungrateful wretch, do you want to drive me to my grave? I trusted you and let you lead Charles, but what were you doing just now? Huh!"
"How could you even think about attacking Charles?"
"Ungrateful wretch!"