The lucky goon did not even dare to peek at Frank's car plate as they left.

Moreover, Frank was not lying—the other masked goons stirred around thirty minutes later, each of them trading glances as they could not remember what happened.

When they finally came to their senses, they were all terrified in the realization that Sif had messed with someone she should not.

Nonetheless, Sif herself arrived, and she was frowning at the mess all over the place as well as the three headless bodies.

"What's going on here? Where's my Hale Marrow?!" she demanded.

"Ms. Lionheart, that man is too much for us,” the lucky goon strode up, bracing himself as he relayed Frank's message. "He wiped the floor with us without even breaking a sweat—he completely overwhelmed us."

"Incompetent fools!"

snapping, "He's just a hick, and you can't even deal

the lucky goon added, "B-By the way, Ms. Lionheart... He

me a message?”

told you to keep yourself in check.” Naturally, the lucky goon left the “stupidity’ part out in fear of angering

hold back if you mess with him again..." He trailed off, his voice

no surprise, Sif was

from a hick town!" she bellowed. "How dare

it's all because of your incompetence! You'd

the goons replied with much difficulty, trading

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