Maron's eyes widened. "What?! The bastards pure vigor is so firm!"

Even before he could react, Frank danced like a dragon, moving so quickly that he was leaving afterimages behind him.

He leapt into the ranks of the black-clad men and soon screams and smacking could be heard, while weapons and limbs were sent flying into the air.

And the more Frank fought, the better he became.

All the black-clad men were floored in five minutes, and Frank stood upon them

Punching the last one's face inside, Frank sent him flying and rolling to Maron's feet.

Frank glaring at Maron in disdain. "That's all you brought? A bunch of vigor wielding

them to do anything to you..." Maron smiled. "They've bought enough time for me. See, I'm teaching you a lesson here, Frank Lawrence—might

enclave in Southdam tomorrow, you'll just have to watch your own family rest in pieces. I mean, I'm fine even if you

as he started

bellowed, but before he could give chase, Maron had already gotten into the convertible waiting

flashing both his middle-fingers at

Maserati's engine rumbled as it shot away, leaving

and punching down the tree beside him, snapping the thick trunk in two and sending it crashing

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