NovelOnlineDonald's left hand—kept hidden from view—suddenly pressed on a hidden depression on the wall.
Then, a black handgun popped out, landing in his hand.
As Quinn kept charging at him, sword poised, he grinned savagely as he brought the gun to bear between her eyes.
"What—" Quinn's eyes widened, not expecting Donald to have such a trick up his sleeve! Worst of all, he would shoot her through the head even before her sword reached him! Biting her lip, she closed her eyes as she resigned herself to her fate...
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBang! Clang! The crack of a gunshot resounded, soon followed by the stifling scent of gunpowder.
Quinn opened her eyes, presuming that she had been shot. only to see Donald's gun flying out of his grasp and the bullet shot striking a vase behind her.
"Frank Lawrence!!!" Donald was glaring savagely at Frank.
He saw Frank firing a burst of his pure vigor, sending his gun flying! "Die!" Seeing her opportunity, Quinn raised her sword and sliced off Donald's hand.
"Argh!!!" Donald let out a blood-curdling scream as his hand and blood seemed to float in thin air.
Quinn's eyes went red as she pressed her attack, slicing a left arm, and then his legs and belly! Her sword swinging wildly, she eventually hacked Donald's head off.
Even at the very end, Donald was glaring vengefully at Frank even as his head dropped to the floor, his eyes never closing.
"Frank. Lawrence." He wheezed through the blood in his mouth with the last bit of strength he had and finally died.
Quinn was panting heavily, leaning on her sword for a moment before turning toward Frank, her eyes red and welling up with tears.
"Thank you, Frank." she said and dropped to the floor, her sword clanging loudly as it landed.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFrank stayed silent for a long while and eventually nodded. "Well done!" "Frank!" "Darling!" Frank soon heard shouts from the outside, and he went out to find several familiar figures running toward him.
Naturally, it was Helen, Vicky, Kiki, Winter, and Mona—Trevor had managed to free them from the guest room just now.
"Are you alright, Frank?" Helen cried as she ran up to Frank, holding his face and checking everywhere, only breathing a sigh of relief when she saw him unhurt.
On the other hand, Vicky was being her usual comedic self.
Instead of throwing herself into Frank's arms, she dropped to a crouch in front of Frank's crotch, staring sternly as she demanded, "Talk to me, junior. Was my darling cheating on us?" "Quit it, Vicky!" Frank snapped exasperatedly.
Curiously, the women all appeared unconcerned—even lively—despite being held hostage for an entire night.
"Frank... I-I thought | wouldn't see you again..." Winter was much more honest in contrast, tearfully throwing herself into Frank's arms and bawling.
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