Frank chuckled. "As for what actually happened to him, I'll get someone to keep tabs and maybe record a video. It shouldn't be difficult."

Drunken Moon flashed a thumbs-up at him. "You're really the best when it comes to cruelty. Simply different."

They shared a smile, and soon, Jouri's people came to take the white-haired youth away.

Later, Frank and Drunken Moon headed to a motel, as the latter received a call from a geezer who said his granddaughter was being harassed and needed help.

She had no fear with Frank at her side anyway, so she went.

As soon as they entered, they found a twentyish, slightly short bellgirl wiping the tears off her face.

Nearby, the motel manager was pointing at her and ranting, spouting plenty of expletives!

Drunken Moon naturally would not just sit by. Striding up, she pushed the manager away and snapped furiously, "What's the meaning of this?! There's no reason to go that far even if she messed up!"

The manager was equally furious, however, and snapped back, "Where did you come from, slut?! Talking to me like that?!"

"Screw you!"

and sent the motel manager flying with a slap, and he passed

"Priestess!"

then and promptly threw

Moon patted her back, asking,

me upstairs. I refused, so he beat me up. I called the cops on him, but the next day, his family launched a

was being too uptight and was going to fire

"That's terrible!"

certainly something new to

call the cops,

hand, Frank chuckled. "It's actually quite common. Businesses

though it's the staff who

while the crisis

don't play along, they wift pressure you—it's

up and kicked the motel manager,

assaulted me... You've really done

Drunken Moon a moment to argue,

that

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