Chapter 2687

Thirty minutes later, Frank was idling on the couch when a strange sound echoed.

Then, a silhouette leapt into the hotel room—and who could it be other than The Vulture?

His clothes were in pieces and caked in blood, fresh or old.

But for some reason, there were no wounds on his body.

Laughing at Frank, The Vulture taunted, “You didn’t expect this, did you? That I would become as strong as you are! Someone up there really likes me and has granted me the chance to take my revenge, and I’ll definitely make you bastards pay!”

And with those words, The Vulture charged at Frank.

The Ghostly Six promptly moved to intercept him, but The Vulture stopped them from getting near with just a wave of his hand.