Frank somehow floored those dozen over men with relative ease without breaking a sweat.

There was no doubt about it—the man was a martial artist!

How unlucky could he be?! Martial artists were far and few between... but he somehow ended up messing with one, and it had to be some backwater bumpkin at that!

Cato certainly knew he had messed up big time now.

At the same time, Frank dropped to a crouch before Cato and grabbed him by the hair, impassive even as he asked, "You were saying you're going to have some fun with my girl, weren't you?"

"Frank!" Helen rolled her eyes in the distance, exasperated.

Was that the only thing Frank heard?

Frank simply ignored her as he flashed a sickly sweet smile at Cato. "So? Are you still going to do it?"

his head so violently his neck could break, already scared out of his

his eyes flashing sharply as he suddenly snapped, "I've never even had fun with

sorry! Just let me go!" Cato was

you." Frank chuckled, rubbing his

have to do?" Cato asked quickly and eagerly, seeing a chance just

Wham!

up and jammed a foot on Cato's groin, reducing him to a eunuch

"Argh!!!"

and

the distance, certainly

the receiving end

clapped Cato on the shoulder even as his face contorted horribly. "Just pray you don't run into me

at Frank,

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