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?"

shook his head so violently his neck

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

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

Wham!

and jammed a foot on Cato's groin, reducing

"Argh!!!"

and nodded in satisfaction. "Well, I can rest

Helen stamped her feet in the distance,

She had been on the receiving end of such threats often enough—being beautiful was as much a burden as it was

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