Chapter 1914

"Titus Lionheart?!"

Rok grinned as he sat down beside Frank, baring his yellowed teeth while his eyes narrowed threateningly. "Titus Lionheart sends his regards. He wishes you luck and hopes that you'll win the Martial Tournament."

Frank's face fell-this geezer was a friend of the Lionhearts?!

Now, it seemed that the geezer had orders from the Lionhearts to come to Zamri and confront Frank!

Still, despite his initial shock, Frank quickly composed himself.

If anything, he should not be surprised and should have anticipated that the Lionhearts would pick this moment to mess with him.

As such, Frank chuckled coolly and replied, "I see. Well, thank him for me for his kind words... and for his Celestial Dew."

The calm retort left Rok stunned, though his expression soon turned cool. "Making enemies of the Lionhearts? You're as good as dead, brat."

"You don't have to worry about that." Frank shrugged. "So? Are you going to get to business here or what?"

Rok blinked at his question but smirked. "We'll see."

As he turned and left, Frank smirked in turn, not bothered by the threat.

Jumping the queue in broad daylight? Don't you see

drawn to a little scuffle

girl, who looked a couple of years short of

her girth was several

knock the man away and jump the queue, she was holding two chicken legs-one in each hand, chomping on them and covering her lips with grease. "Are you deaf?! Can't you

no right! Get in line like everyone

"Fatty!"

"Hmm...?"

Dali, and even throwing personal insults

man behind herself,

brandished the bone before stabbing the man in the

ruthless Sanne was, attacking without a word! "Yipping and yapping... It's just

Sanne

"Sochuckling coolly in turn

she threw away the chicken

queue. If you're that

WY

artists in an uproar, all of them snapping at her in righteous

time, the martial artist

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