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.

he did not forget to kick another goon in the

Crack!

his weapon and tried to flee despite the limp, but he suddenly heard

of his chest, and dropped to the ground

"What?!"

sight of the goons being mercilessly sliced through like

friends had ruled the streets for years and were each as bloodthirsty as they were ruthless. So how were they being slaughtered so

began to shake, Gable was the first to come to his senses. "We have to get out of here... He's a martial artist! We'd

"You're running?"

see the fleeing Gable and promptly picked up a machete, which

he dropped to the floor and turned to

pain, Frank

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