"Tch."

Frank withdrew his fist, clicking his tongue with a look of dissatisfaction.

In fact, everyone around him could see that he was dissatisfied because he did not go all out.

Frank then turned, staring at the martial artists who were standing around, frozen stiff, their jaws almost dropping.

"What's so surprising?" he asked. "Oh, and I don't have to pay for any of that, right?"

Mr. Zoran nodded blankly at Frank's question.

Frank then looked up at the giant plasma screen overhead. His face was on the screen along, with a seemingly endless line of question marks where his punching strength should be shown.

Frank stared at it, frowning, before turning toward the petrified Tijil. "So? Does that mean I win?"

blankly at Frank, unable to say a word as he nodded stiffly like a robot. "Well,

on the shoulder before beckoning at Scarface, Mona, and Kat. "Oh, and by the way, sorry for breaking that boxing machine, Mr. Zoran. My apprentices will come

Isles Guild members. "Anyway, you don't have to kneel and apologize to me or anything. Do it to the

member of Thousand Isles Guild-was

before, she and the other Thousand Isles Guild members were utterly

it for today. Remember not to behave so pompously

Frank left proudly with Scarface, Mona, and Kat

gone, Tijil's knees buckled, and he dropped

turned stiffly toward the boxing machine Frank broke, immense fear showing

finally dared to breathe, dropped to his knees as he turned toward Tijil in terror, seeing

"What was that, Godfather?"

that,

out what

"What?!"

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