"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."

white-haired youth's leg was

the white-haired youth promptly dashed toward

prepared for it and sent

he crashed heavily into the ground, the

himself, mumbling, "No... That's impossible! How did my speed disappear?! I was

"What's impossible about

the white-haired youth suddenly could not open his

his vision was a blur—he could only see Frank, but

he were really sold as a slave to

he would not be able to escape at

doubt you don't fear

"But what you didn't know is that there are plenty of punishments tailored for people like you too.

unable to appeal to Frank's conscience, even as

end, success never depended on luck. Frank was

because his methods inspired

time the white-haired youth had met someone like Frank, and he could not wrap his head around it, as if

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