Sneaking into a stranger's room late into the night, and sitting so boldly on his bed? Any man's imagination would be led astray by such a clear invitation!

"Anyway, I'm sorry for bothering you this late at night." Kat composed herself before leveling a serious look at Frank. "Frank Lawrence, right? I'm here to actually ask for a favor."

"I see," Frank replied, not bothered to press the issue before. "Go on. Tell me."

Kat's eyes lit up right then. "Could you tell me why you're such an amazing fighter? Do you have some sort of superpower?"

"Superpower? What the heck is that?" Frank rolled his eyes. "I'm a martial artist, honed physically and mentally as a warrior. I'm strong enough to fight hundreds, let alone the paltry few at the karaoke bar."

"Tch."

that Frank was boasting. "You really

you doubt me." Frank shrugged. "You have no idea so you won't understand, like

thoughtfully at Frank's metaphor—the average person would not recognize martial artists even if they see one, let alone understand their discipline. They would at best consider them a fellow human being who could

me some moves, like the stuff on TV? I'm

trailed off, her

"What

girl really watched too much

said, at Frank's level, he could unleash

his eyes, he asked, "Ahem. So you're saying you

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