Chapter 2122

This meant that Frank was on the right track.

People who could fight tigers bare-handed? They must be the ones he was looking for! "Don't tell anyone I was here!" he snapped at Luis before heading to Torchwood.

It was a place of vices and debauchery, and the thunderous dubstep left Frank ill at ease.

But there was no helping it he had to check this place out, and so, must create a distraction!

Picking up a bottle of beer, he dropped to a couch behind a booth seat and threw it to the other end of the room.

Once the bottle struck a pudgy man, Frank moved behind him and threw the bottle at the booth seat he had just left.

With that exchange and the dimly lit room, the two gangs promptly started fighting.

The bar manager promptly led his bouncers to stop the fight, while Frank seized the moment to sneak out, leaping out to the backroom.

Unable to hear any breathing, he decided that there was no one there and entered without hesitation.

The furnishings were quite antiquated although Torchwood was a typical modern bar, with old-fashioned ceiling fans and a curtain bed... "Who's there?!"

sat up on the

was that possible?! He did not hear any breaths! Who could

spoke, Frank

he

are you?" The geezer on the bed coughed, getting out of

you?" Frank asked in return. "Why aren't

"Breathing, you say!"

my lungs after they stopped

man-I can see that much. So

answering. "You're harnessing energy from the spiritron vein to create martial artists,

I'm sure you've beaten them... So, would you mind telling me

put on his

studied Frank from head to toe. "I am no martial

I

physical body is extraordinaret

talent... such a shame. Now that you're

then raised

promptly moved

the geezer, the geezer's eyes suddenly rolled up their sockets, and he

you do

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