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!

and traded glances but

feet as he slapped each of them once

moms, everyone around them was

his

my boys! You’re dead meat!” He promptly whipped out his phone to call more of his people,

it’s not just your boys–he’s humiliating you!” He goaded them. “Call everyone and straighten him out!” The bystanders nearby quickly told Frank in turn, “Kid, you really should go. Dee has over a dozen boys at his beck and call…” Frank

a damn even when it was Flying Sword Sect,

brat always been collecting protection

one will, from

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