The masked man stood out, staring at Frank just then. “You’re ‘strong, Mr.

Lawrence, but there’s over a hundred of us. Do you really think you can survive? Why don’t you join us instead, and enjoy the spoils with us?” “Who do you think you are to draw me to your cause?” Frank snorted in disdain.

The masked man pursed his lips, surprised that he would be so full of himself.

“In that case, die.” He waved, and all the hitmen charged toward Frank right then!

Frank remained fearless.

With a raging bellow, he charged into their midst, directing their vigor as he moved at extreme speed.

Each punch kicked up a violent gust, instantly knocking a person into the air!

a beat as he

Frank danced through his hitmen, none of them

yelled in shock, finally realizing that Frank was aiming to

man holding Yara could barely react when Frank kicked him in

Pow!

sent flying, hitting

left gasping at the sight of their comrade’s tragic death–how much power was in that

the machete he

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