"The nail that sticks out gets hammered! I'm sure you'd die horribly soon enough!"

The white-haired youth's futile efforts at threatening Frank only made him smirk.

"What's it to you, even if I or Drunken Moon died? She still won't be interested."

The white-haired youth snorted, but soon sighed. "Fine, do it!"

Drunken Moon wagged her finger at him. "Why should we make it quick? He's actually right—death is a reward for people like you.

"That's why I'll treat your leg and sell you as a slave to some third-world country.

Trust me, it's not just the ladies who are popular there—they like a pretty boy too."

The white-haired youth smirked. "Quit trying to scare me. Do you think that

crippling my cultivation would stop me from talking? As long as you don't, I'll find a way to free myself. Let's see what you can do then!"

That was when Frank butted in. "Actually, I do have a solution."

just a thought, the white-haired youth's leg was as good as

as he saw that, the white-haired

it and sent him flying with a

into the ground, the

"No... That's impossible! How did my speed disappear?!

chuckled. "What's impossible

and the white-haired youth suddenly could not open his

was a blur—he could only see Frank, but not

really sold as a slave to a third-world

not be

there's no doubt you don't fear death, and people like you

you didn't know is that there are plenty of punishments tailored for people like you too. Even if it wasn't the

was unable to

depended on

his methods inspired

Frank, and he

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