"The nail that sticks out gets hammered! I'm sure you'd die horribly soon enough!"

The white-haired youth's futile efforts at threatening Frank only made him smirk.

"What's it to you, even if I or Drunken Moon died? She still won't be interested."

The white-haired youth snorted, but soon sighed. "Fine, do it!"

Drunken Moon wagged her finger at him. "Why should we make it quick? He's

actually right—death is a reward for people like you.

"That's why I'll treat your leg and sell you as a slave to some third-world country.

Trust me, it's not just the ladies who are popular there—they like a pretty boy too."

The white-haired youth smirked. "Quit trying to scare me. Do you think that

crippling my cultivation would stop me from talking? As long as you don't, I'll find a

way to free myself. Let's see what you can do then!"

That was when Frank butted in. "Actually, I do have a solution."

With just a thought, the white-haired youth's leg was as good as new.

As soon as he saw that, the white-haired youth promptly dashed toward Drunken

Moon, but she was prepared for it and sent him flying with a kick.

Even as he crashed heavily into the ground, the white-haired youth felt himself

dying inside

mumbling, "No...

disappear?! I was

"What's impossible

the white-haired youth suddenly could not

mouth too!

his vision was a blur—he could only see Frank, but

to a third-world country as Drunken Moon had

not be able to

doubt you don't fear

chuckled. "But what

is that there

tailored for people

too. Even if it

works

head repeatedly but was unable

conscience, even as he

end, success never depended on luck. Frank was

his methods inspired

certainly the

white-haired youth had met

like Frank,

around

was crashing down

him.

Moon, who

third-world country idea

just spoken from the

spur-of-the-moment. And unlike

she always insisted

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