"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

soon as he saw that, the white-haired youth promptly dashed

it and sent him

he crashed heavily into the ground, the white-haired

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

impossible about it?

white-haired youth suddenly could

only see Frank, but

to a third-world country as

be able to escape at

don't fear death, and people like you

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

youth shook his head repeatedly but was unable to appeal to Frank's conscience, even as he

on luck. Frank

his

met someone like Frank, and he could not wrap his head around it, as if the world

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