Taking the cleaver from Frank, the middle-aged man stared at it, speechless.

Compared to normal folk, he was a big deal, even if he did not measure up to Frank and the thirteen.

So how did this happen to him?

"I've done nothing wrong..." he blurted. "It's just a job. How is that a crime?"

Frank had his back to the middle-aged man as he growled coolly, "Don't try to shift the goalposts. There's nothing wrong with working for money, but killing for a job is a crime.

"Not only are there plenty of opportunities, but you could make a living from your strength just with construction work or even delivery. Even in the past, people with your strength wouldn't murder innocents, no matter how poor they were.

"In the end, you're not doing it to live-it's to satisfy your personal desire!"

The middle-aged man bellowed furiously, "No, this isn't fair! Why do you get to judge everything?"

Frank nodded. "You can be dissatisfied-if you can beat me, that is!"

"You...!"

he was dying anyway, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and charged

Shagan and even the nation shaking if he so much

like the middle-aged man stood no chance

started to head back and called Jouri

in the demigod?" Jouri exclaimed. "Could he be the one and the same? Well, I think the powers he bestowed to those people

Frank nodded.

Frank expected, and Frank could not grant powers so that someone else could conjure

meant Heracles could well be

Drop by if you have the time for al full-body checkup, so we can check out

an eye out on Heracles

"Don't worry!"

up, Frank saw Jada approaching from a

with her, all of them carrying duffel bags filled

Frankton,

She smiled. "Do you

me

just a start. You still have

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