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?"

violently his neck could break, already scared

you certainly can talk." Frank sighed, his eyes flashing sharply as he suddenly snapped, "I've never even had

dare! I'm so sorry! Just let

you." Frank chuckled, rubbing his

what do I have to do?" Cato asked

Wham!

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

"Argh!!!"

gutted pig, Frank smiled and nodded

her feet in the distance, certainly able to see what Frank had

She had been on the receiving end of such

face contorted horribly. "Just pray you don't run into

to snap at Frank, but his rationality stopped

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