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.

to kick another goon in

Crack!

the limp, but he

out of his chest,

"What?!"

goons being mercilessly sliced through like vegetables

streets for years and

have to get out of here... He's a martial artist! We'd never win!" Even

"You're running?"

the fleeing Gable and promptly picked up a

even as he dropped to the floor and turned to

and howled in pain, Frank

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