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!

beat as

danced through his hitmen, none of them were left standing in his

man yelled in shock, finally

barely react when Frank kicked

Pow!

itself, and he was sent flying, hitting the floor in a splatter of blood and

at the sight of their comrade’s tragic death–how

up the machete

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