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?"

his head so violently his neck could break, already scared out of

sharply as he

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

Wham!

up and jammed a foot on Cato's groin, reducing him to a eunuch in an

"Argh!!!"

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

feet in the distance, certainly able to

end of such threats often enough—being beautiful was as much a burden as it

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