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
Frank nodded. "Of course. We don't have to make the trip either—I'll just ask Jouri to record a video."Drunken Moon nodded. "Thanks!"Alda then went up to her. "It's rare for you to visit, Your Excellency. Why don't you stay for dinner?"Drunken Moon nodded again, not shy at all. "In that case, I shall take you up on your kind offer!"As evening approached, Jada and Moxxi were suddenly getting competitive again, with the former making cucumber salad and the latter coleslaw.Both were side dishes, so both were accusing each other of being copycats and insisted everyone tried both—the loser would have to do the dishes.It was an awkward scene, as they were all friends—who were they supposed to side with?Talk about a rock and a hard place!"Ms. Ingram, whose dish is better?" Jada asked as she slid a spoonful of her salad and Moxxi's coleslaw.Speechless, Alda turned to Frank.Jada raised a brow. "Why are you looking at Mr. Frankton? Just be honest. We won't get offended!"Ald
However, since it was decided by drawing lots, Jada and Moxxi had no choice but to accept it.They did not know the dish, but there were others who did, and there was the internet when all else failed.As both went to work, Alda frowned as she listened to the weird racket from the kitchen. "Are they going to set fire to the place?"Before Frank could answer, Meg assured her, "Don't worry. With Mr. Frankton around, they could set fire to the cottage, and it'd still be fine."Alda smiled, shaking her head and said nothing else.Soon, two large plates of pulled pork were on the table, and both actually looked like the real deal.As for the taste…After just a taste, everyone traded glances but did not say anything, because it was really nothing to brag about.However, neither Jada nor Moxxi noticed that, and they were both filled with confidence, thinking they would win.With that, they once again took the pull pork outside and asked anyone passing by to try it.The people watch
And with that, Frank ignored the pair and returned to his room.-The next day, he was woken up by a loud hollering outside.He stepped out to see a large crowd gathered outside the cottage, led by a pudgy woman in her forties who was yelling murderer and with various banners that bore the same accusations.Frank smiled in wry amusement. "What is it now?"Soon, Brenda, the pudgy woman, saw Frank leave the cottage and promptly snapped, "You! Those two women with you were your friends, weren't they?! My father ate their cooking and had a heart attack! You must answer this!"Frank was even more puzzled. "The ambulance arrived in minutes. How could he be dead? Stop spreading lies!"Brenda snorted. "He's in the ICU! It's just a matter of time."That only left Frank and everyone else confused.What the hell? So after all that hollering, the old man was not even dead?! And what was she doing here instead of staying by that geezer's side?!Brenda continued her hysterics nonetheless.