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!"

their dejected state, snapping, "He's just a hick, and you can't even deal with him?! Why do I even keep

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

a message?” Sif

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

if you mess with him again..."

no surprise, Sif was

hick town!" she bellowed.

incompetence! You'd better kill him the next time you see him, or

the goons replied with much

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