The youth had traveled to every corner of the country but had never met a martial elite of Frank's caliber. He could take down most with relative ease and within seconds, and even those who lasted a couple of strikes were nothing to brag about either.As such, his competitive nature was ignited now that he had met Frank, and he decided that he would enjoy this!Still, he was started as he launched a jab, which Frank caught easily.Chuckling, Frank said, "You're good, kid—I'd need at least thirty hits to defeat you without my power. But now that I do, you're really no different to me than the rest."He squeezed just as he finished, tearing the youth's wrist before kicking him down to the floor.The youth coughed blood and found himself staring at his own teeth on the floor.Then, he turned in disbelief at his floored goons and then at Frank, who smirked as he studied him."No… That's impossible! How could I lose?!" he cried. "I'm a one-in-a-million prodigy! I should be invincible
Turning to Frank, the beggar said, "You must be special, seeing how you found my family in no time at all. All I ask is that you protect them… No, I beg you.""I will," Frank replied, nodding."Thanks!" The beggar then sighed and headed for the door, but his wife and daughter promptly stopped him. "Is there no other way?"The beggar shook his head. "This is the best option there is. Just remember to stick with that young man—don't argue, because this is what I deserve. Do you understand?"As the mother and daughter were silent, Hana leaned toward Frank. "Well, isn't that something? I'd never have admitted to my crimes in his place—he's certainly manned up."Frank rolled his eyes. "Let's see if you'd say that if he had trafficked you. A criminal who atones is still a criminal, so don't forget their crimes just because they have something going for them."Hana smiled and nodded. "Don't worry—I'm no saint myself, just commenting."Frank then told the mother and daughter duo, "You
Frank nodded. "If it pleases you."Soon, a Rolls-Royce stopped outside the restaurant, drawing everyone's stares.Three bodyguards alighted and dashed inside, bowing their heads respectfully at Plum. "Sorry for being late, Ms. Zitch!"Plum rolled her eyes but did not snap at them—it was not their fault, as she had been too ignorant and unaware that martial elites existed.Turning back to Frank, she asked, "If it's possible, may I hire you as a bodyguard?""No ifs. The answer is no.""I can pay you very well!""Just come to me if you're in trouble, but forget hiring me as a bodyguard. Also, enjoy your breakfast—I'll be going now, since I have other things to do.""Wait!" Plum whipped out a business card and passed it to Frank. "Come find me anytime!"Frank nodded to leave, but Plum stopped him again, as she knew Frank saved her to be rewarded and would most definitely not contact her. "Can I have your number?""Sure!"While Plum was relieved to have Frank's number, Frank ran
Rina then sighed. "But since it's too old, trading would be difficult and a source is necessary. It's most likely a national treasure on top of that, but since it might end up abroad if sold, I decided to keep it instead."Frank nodded. "I would've passed on any other stuff, but this one is special, so I'll take it!"Rina giggled. "By the way, are you a tourist?""Yeah, and we're visiting Mount Statera. Care to join us?""Of course!"If anything, Rina was only concerned that Frank was politely distant and therefore agreed to it right away.They took a taxi and headed to the hostage cottage, where Alda Ingram was cooking. Seeing Frank bringing back yet another pretty face, she smiled. "You're really lucky with women, and I guess I don't have to worry about having no one to talk to!"Frank smiled in wry amusement. "Stop it. She isn't married yet! Anyway, her name is Rina Qwell. Rina, meet Alda Ingram."Alda smiled. "Please sit. Breakfast will be ready soon!"Jouri strode in wi
Everyone held their thumbs up at that. "Take a good look. Now that's a person who actually knows what it means to rear dogs. You really pale in comparison, Crewcut!""What's it to you?!" the burly man bellowed. "Mind your own business, or I'll butcher every last one of you!"That only left everyone else infuriated."Threatening people at the drop of a hat? Did you think we're all pushovers? Come on, do it—we're not afraid!"Crewcut quickly realized that there was no beating the mob and ignored them as he turned back to Frank. "I won't ask for more, kid. Apologize to my dog and pay for its vet fee, or I'll make you!""Pay you? Apologize?" Frank smirked. "You actually have the cheek to ask? In fact, not only am I refusing, but I'm demanding you pay us for causing mental distress. Refuse, and you'll see what happens next!""Really?" Crewcut laughed. "Let me be frank—I'm no one's bitch! Kill him, boy!"At his order, his large dog lunged at Frank, but he did not flinch as he kicked t
Crewcut snorted at Frank. "You sure talk big. Are you really that rich?""Not really, but he's definitely richer than you are!" Alda snapped back, retorting as Crewcut was clearly belittling Frank and because she had caused this argument in the first place."What, just because you said so?" Crewcut snorted, clearly not thinking highly of them."I really wouldn't have bothered, but I'm in a good mood, so I can teach you the meaning of the pecking order!"And with those words, Alda whipped out a black card. "I'm sure you'd at least recognize this?"Crewcut certainly did but snorted stubbornly, refusing to admit defeat. "It's just a debit card painted black. I can do that too!"Alda smiled and nodded. "Guess words don't work with you. Let's speak with our fists instead."Frank nodded. "Slap yourself. You can leave when your teeth fall aloof.""Don't push it, brat!" Crewcut snapped, but he was already feeling nervous.Frank sighed—truth be told, he had been plenty merciful and alw
"Make me?! No, I'll make you!"Redhead really had no idea who Drunken Moon was and strode up, ready to bring the pain.Drunken Moon sneered and kicked him down to the ground, keeping her foot on his stomach and slapping him across the face.Redhead was certainly shocked by his burning left cheek—the bitch looked normal, but she was a fighter!"I'm sorry, ma'am! Please let me go!"Furious, Drunken Moon slapped him again. "Ma'am?! Really?""I'm sorry, miss!" Redhead cried, on the verge of tears. "Miss is fine, right?! I get it, I made a mistake! Just give me a chance!"Drunken Moon snorted but lifted her foot. "Do that again, and you're dead!"Redhead kept quiet as he scrambled away, but once he was far enough, he yelled, "Just wait! I'll kill you dead soon!"Furious, Drunken Moon picked up a rock and flung it at him, hitting him in the back of his head and causing him to bleed profusely.Knowing that he must not stay or suffer worse than this, Redhead did not linger another se
Alda strode up and snapped, "Don't think you're untouchable just because you have a couple of friends. None of you can even lay a finger on us!""Hoho…" Redhead was delighted. "And here I thought those two were treasures, but there are more and better ones!"He was actually jealous of Frank—what did he have going for him aside from his looks anyway? It was unfair that he had so many babes with him!"What did you say?!" Alda snapped."I'm calling you a slut! What?! Are you happy now?!"Redhead had no idea who he was messing with at all.Frank was suddenly in front of him, lifting him effortlessly and throwing him to Alda like a rag doll.Then, he broke Redhead's legs while shoving his face to the dirt and snapped, "Apologize!"The punks behind Redhead were shocked—who was that man?! That was such a powerful move!Redhead, who had never been this humiliated before, was livid. "W-What are you spacing out for?! Hit him!"The punks all charged at Frank, but Frank simply kicked eac