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

goons promptly lowered their heads in fearful silence, the lucky goon added, "B-By the way, Ms. Lionheart... He

me a message?”

lucky goon scratched his head awkwardly. "He told you to keep yourself in check.” Naturally, the lucky goon left the

mess with him again..." He trailed off, his voice gradually turning softer

no surprise,

town!" she bellowed. "How dare

it's all because of your incompetence! You'd better kill him the next time you see him,

with much difficulty, trading

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