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!

traded glances but charged at Frank at

his feet as

collapsed to the floor, crying for their moms, everyone around them was actually

growled through his teeth–Dee’s

you hurt my boys! You’re dead meat!” He promptly whipped out his phone to

him out!” The bystanders nearby quickly told Frank in turn, “Kid, you really

when it was Flying Sword Sect, and

brat always been collecting protection money

yeah…” Frank nodded. “No one will, from now

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