Baba Yaga had said that Frank was a real pickle, and they must never face him directly.

After all, the depths of Frank's strength was unfathomable, and many big shots had already died by his hand.

As such, they should avoid him whenever they could.

In fact, even though Sohil immediately recognized Frank, Sohil pretended he did not because he must not do that in order to avoid rousing Frank's suspicion.

"Who are you?!" he snapped. "Why did you barge into my turf and hurt my men?"

Frank snorted at Sohil's pointless pretension-he never intended to talk things out peacefully when he came.

Still, it surprised Frank to hear Gable's voice from within, and he therefore leaned against the door to eavesdrop on Gable and Sohil.

He was at once furious when he found out about their plans.

Lowering his head to look at the panicking Gable, he growled icily, "I knew sparing your life was a mistake."

"W-What are you talking about?" Gable exclaimed despite his terror. "I just came to buy medicine for my mother. What are you doing?!" "Buy medicine?"

the bottle of pills out of Gable's pocket right then and

shocked, as despite having medicinal value, Mildron Balm could be refined into

was highly addictive and aggravated the previous symptoms of the patients endlessly. Eventually, as the

feeding his own mother almost spurred

would be an insult

were

substance-even Hundred Bane Sect did

that Frank could recognize it meant he was really something

coolly toward Sohil just then. "Sohil Zomer, was it? Where's your son Borc? I have

stubbornly continued to stall, "Isn't this too much, my friend? I have no idea how you met

"Cut the crap!"

As

narrowed in

shot past Sohil's cheek, slicing off his left ear in

belongs to en.kikiot

left clutching what remained

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