Frank somehow floored those dozen over men with relative ease without breaking a sweat.

There was no doubt about it—the man was a martial artist!

How unlucky could he be?! Martial artists were far and few between... but he somehow ended up messing with one, and it had to be some backwater bumpkin at that!

Cato certainly knew he had messed up big time now.

At the same time, Frank dropped to a crouch before Cato and grabbed him by the hair, impassive even as he asked, "You were saying you're going to have some fun with my girl, weren't you?"

"Frank!" Helen rolled her eyes in the distance, exasperated.

Was that the only thing Frank heard?

Frank simply ignored her as he flashed a sickly sweet smile at Cato. "So? Are you still going to do it?"

violently his neck could break, already scared out

sharply as

me go!" Cato was sobbing. "Oh, but I don't believe you." Frank chuckled, rubbing

Wham!

on Cato's

"Argh!!!"

gutted pig, Frank smiled and nodded in

in the distance, certainly able to see what

he get so petty after coming to Morhen? She had been on the receiving end of such threats

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