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?"

neck could break,

certainly can talk...” Frank sighed, his eyes flashing sharply as he suddenly snapped, "I've never even had

me go!" Cato was sobbing. "Oh, but I don't believe you." Frank chuckled, rubbing his chin. "W-Well, what do I have to do?" Cato asked quickly and eagerly,

Wham!

and jammed a foot on Cato's groin, reducing

"Argh!!!"

smiled and nodded in satisfaction. "Well, I

feet in the distance, certainly

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

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