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?"

so violently his neck could break, already

as he suddenly snapped, "I've never even had fun with her

was sobbing. "Oh, but I don't believe you." Frank chuckled, rubbing his chin. "W-Well, what do I have to do?" Cato

Wham!

up and jammed a foot on Cato's groin, reducing

"Argh!!!"

Frank smiled and nodded in satisfaction. "Well, I can rest

the distance, certainly able to see what Frank had

get so petty after coming to Morhen? She had been on the receiving end of such threats often enough—being beautiful was as much a

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