The lucky goon did not even dare to peek at Frank's car plate as they left.

Moreover, Frank was not lying—the other masked goons stirred around thirty minutes later, each of them trading glances as they could not remember what happened.

When they finally came to their senses, they were all terrified in the realization that Sif had messed with someone she should not.

Nonetheless, Sif herself arrived, and she was frowning at the mess all over the place as well as the three headless bodies.

"What's going on here? Where's my Hale Marrow?!" she demanded.

"Ms. Lionheart, that man is too much for us," the lucky goon strode up, bracing himself as he relayed Frank's message. "He wiped the floor with us without even breaking a sweat—he completely overwhelmed us."

"Incompetent fools!"

dejected state, snapping, "He's just a hick, and you can't even deal with him?! Why

the lucky goon added, "B-By the way, Ms. Lionheart... He told me to pass

a message?" Sif

goon scratched his head awkwardly. "He told you to

'stupidity' part out in fear

he won't hold back if you mess with him again." He trailed off, his voice gradually turning softer as

surprise,

just some rich kid from a hick town!" she bellowed. "How dare he insult

your incompetence! You'd better kill him the next time you see him, or your heads will

with

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