Frank stood his ground, waiting.

As the first goon swung his machete, he suddenly moved as fast as lightning when the tip of the blade was inches from his nose. Helen could not see what he did, but the goon was suddenly screaming and on his knees, his machete already in Frank's hand.

Even before the goon could catch his breath, he screamed even as he watched Frank raise his foot. "N-No!!!" Nonetheless, Frank sent him flying with a kick, leaving his chest sunken and no longer able to scream.

He was clearly dead! Clang! At the stime, Frank had nonchalantly raised the machete behind himself, parrying the machete of another goon trying to blindside him.

He pivoted and punched the goon in the head so hard that he smashed it in.

"Argh!" The goon dropped his weapon

find the tip of a machete sticking out of his chest, and dropped to the ground in endless regret. "H-He's a martial artist..." "What?!" The sight of the goons being mercilessly sliced through like vegetables left Clark and Gable

Frank to be that good-their goon friends had ruled the streets for years and were each as bloodthirsty as they were ruthless. So how were they being slaughtered so easily?! As their legs began to shake, Gable was the first to cto his son, ge have to

running?" Frank, however, could see the fleeing Gable and promptly picked up a machete, which he threw at

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suddenly felt lucky that he did not try to run like his brother, or his legs would be gone

saw that Luna was beside

Frank continued to slaughter the goons for a

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