Frank nodded. “I do. Now show me your badge–I’d like to see what government department actually runs a protection racket.” “Badge?” Dee frowned.

He did not have a badge and certainly did not belong to any department–he simply brought a bunch of goons around to build a protection racket.

“Give it a rest!” he snapped at Frank. “Pay up, or I’ll make you!” Frank shrugged. “I’m not paying if I don’t see a badge.

“Shit, I gave you a chance.” Dee did not want to waste his breath either. “Get him!” At his order, his goons rushed at Frank.

The crowd around them cleared the way, while the stall owners hurriedly moved their merchandise further back in case they became collateral.

Frank, however, watched in disdain at the goons rushing at him.

He raised his palm, striking the first to reach him on the chin and sending him flying over ten feet!

goons pale and traded glances but charged at Frank

not even move his feet as he slapped each

floor, crying for their moms, everyone around them was actually caught by surprise that the skinny kid was

his teeth–Dee’s

strength. “How dare you hurt my boys! You’re dead

told Frank in turn, “Kid,

Flying Sword Sect, and that lot

been collecting protection money here?” he asked

one will, from now on.” The

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