Frank stood his ground, waiting.

As the first goon swung his machete, he suddenly moved as fast as lightning when the tip of the blade was inches from his nose.

Helen could not see what he did, but the goon was suddenly screaming and on his knees, his machete already in Frank's hand.

Even before the goon could catch his breath, he screamed even as he watched Frank raise his foot. "N-No!!!"

Nonetheless, Frank sent him flying with a kick, leaving his chest sunken and no longer able to scream.

He was clearly dead!

Clang!

At the same time, Frank had nonchalantly raised the machete behind himself, parrying the machete of another goon trying to blindside him.

He pivoted and punched the goon in the head so hard that he smashed it in.

kick

Crack!

flee despite the limp, but he suddenly heard the sound of metal piercing

looked down to find the tip of a machete sticking out of his chest, and

"What?!"

goons being mercilessly sliced through like vegetables

did not expect Frank to be that good-their goon friends had ruled the streets for years

have to get out of here... He's a

"You're running?"

could see the fleeing Gable and promptly picked

screamed even as he dropped to the floor and turned to find that the

in pain, Frank ignored him and turned

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