"Hah!" Mickus snorted. "This is just a perfectly normal deal. Also, you're only the chief of the Martial Alliance because you used your body to pleasure many bigwigs, no? Why else would someone like you get to be the chief of the Martial Alliance?" While Mickus' mockery left Silverbell bristling, Frank remained impassive as he held up three fingers and counted. "Three."

"What, are you for real?"

Mickus was actually surprised that Frank was counting down but soon snorted in contempt. "I pity you, having a whore as a fiancee. Who knows how many men she's had to spread her legs for=" Smack!

Frank had suddenly slapped Mickus across the face so quickly he could barely see it, shutting him up.

"One." He counted at the same time amid the ensuing silence.

"What..."

Touching his burning cheek, Mickus' expression alternated from disbelief to flushed fury.

Don't you know who I am?! Even my father has never slapped

Clear Winds Pavilion apprentices behind

Winds Pavilion apprentice turned their sights on Frank and charged

"Watch out!" Silverbell cried.

stop herself from getting worried as he was being attacked

loser..." Frank muttered under his breath, his impassive visage now cold as he looked up. "Since you're

toward the Clear Winds Pavilion apprentices, moving so quickly that he was a blur

one moment

Mickus' expression stiffened as he watched the

their noses after having their faces punched

in just a minute, none of the

the floor, screaming and howling, before looking up at a

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