Jada realized with a start that it was the first time she had heard of that in her brief existence. "I see!" Laura added, "At the very least, we've been doing well, but there are elements who know how to mislead public sentiment."Jada smiled, nodding as a large group of people appeared in the distance.They were all middle-aged men in their forties, led by a lanky man with a straw hat and a red singlet.And none other than Troy himself stood beside him!Perhaps noticing that the trio were staring their way, Troy quickly pointed at Frank as he told Lanky, "Look! That's the one who treated the old man, so I'm sure he's the one who hurt your son too! People like him must be brought to justice—beat him up, and I'll try to help with your son's medical bills.""I'm counting on you!" Lanky said quietly.Frank smirked, quickly catching on—Lanky was most definitely the father of the youth who almost killed Charmaine. Now that his son was hurt, he led a gang here, ready to cause trouble
Frank laughed icily at Lanky. "Do you think they're as despicable as you are?"Then, turning to the rest of the mob, he said, "Everyone, you have nothing to worry about. I may be no angel, but I can see reason. I won't blame any of you, as long as you leave right now."So, are you staying or leaving? You decide."As soon as he finished the mob, they turned and left.To be honest, they were not obliged to go that far for the mob.Moreover, they knew very well what Frank was capable of—it would really be over for them if he gave them the same treatment he gave Lanky's son!"Don't go! There's strength in numbers! Kill him!" Troy bellowed as he got flustered as well.What he thought to be a one-in-a-million chance to teach Frank some manners certainly went up in smoke, as the mob caved in no time at all.Laura was furious as she watched. "What do you think you're doing, Troy Layton? Are you really inciting a mob against Mr. Frankton?""Troy Layton?! Know your position—I'm your chi
Lanky remained defiant. "You're the only dog around here, bitch!"Frank smirked. "So you're not giving in!"However, he turned to leave and did not speak to Lanky anymore.Lanky naturally was getting the impression that he had just dodged a bullet. Then, he was about to get to his feet when he watched Jada striding past Frank, smiling as she stood in front of him!"W-What do you want?" Lanky blurted in terror. "Are you nuts or something?"While Jada was not as scary as Frank, she was still a rare specimen who might be able to skin him!"What, you ask? I'm going to kill you, of course!"-The screams seemed endless for a while, but Frank did not bother.Instead, he walked inside the house which the wall he had just broken and found a couple trembling in fear.He quickly said, "Don't worry—I'm not some butcher who'd massacre the innocent. I just want to apologize for breaking your wall. Could you give me your bank account details so that I could compensate you?"The couple pro
Frank naturally knew what Laura meant to say. "I understand where you're coming from, but I believe I really have to get involved here."And with that, he strode toward the abandoned apartment construction site. As soon as he stepped inside, he felt a sinister gust of wind pelting his face, and it felt just like the energy of the spiritron vein.Frank followed that energy deeper into the abandoned apartment construction site and soon found a skull on the first floor. It was lit with a ghostly flame, and several burly men were kowtowing repeatedly to it.They did not stop even as their foreheads bled, and their eyes were an eerie green, as if they were controlled.It was not surprising that the other burly men would say that the place was haunted—was anyone capable of staying fearless at the sight of this?"Interesting!" Frank strode up and reached toward the skull.The ghostfire in it suddenly spread, and the skull itself gaped as if to devour Frank… only for Frank to hold it
In reality, it was obvious who hired Crewcut—Frank was simply interrogating him just to see if he had a conscience."Don't push your luck, brat!" Crewcut snapped. "I'll give it to you straight—I spared you not because I'm kind, but because of my master's last words. He had warned me I must not hesitate to spare anyone who can dispel our ghost fire!""I see!" Frank nodded in realization. "Or perhaps you misremembered, and your master didn't tell you to spare me but to cooperate instead?""Don't push it!" Crewcut was incensed by Frank's disrespect."Oh, but I'll keep pushing it! Now tell me who hired you!" Frank barked."You asked for it!" Crewcut bellowed in rage and leapt forward.Ghostfires appeared in both his hands, and he swung at Frank.He was taken by surprise by Frank's reflexes, as he dodged it, caught the ghostfire, and actually launched them back at Crewcut.Terrified, Crewcut tried to dodge but it was too late—the ghostfire struck true, engulfing him in its flames in
The burly proprietors thought they had misheard. "T-Ten bucks?"After all, inflation had gotten so bad these days that ten bucks really would not amount to anything!Frank nodded. "Exactly, or I'd be suspected of meddling if I don't get paid!"Jada smiled in wry amusement—Frank was really quite something, even bothering to go through the motions!Seeing that Frank was a good man and had the strength to help, the proprietors were grateful and did as he said, paying him the ten bucks before calling the developer.The developer, however, refused to answer his call, even blocking them soon enough.It certainly left the proprietors disheartened. "Kid, this isn't going to work—we don't even know where he is. I guess this is it."Frank smiled, shaking his head. "There won't be justice if you let him slip away like that now. People like him only get bolder because others tolerate them… So watch closely!"Frank waved his hand, and a terrible wind erupted.And with a loud rumble, the to
Gashface snorted. "Take a look in the mirror, brat. You think you have what it takes to bring him down?"Frank pointed at the scars on the proprietors' foreheads. "See for yourself!"Gashface turned to see them just then.He was assured that they would be on the floor, kowtowing until they broke their skulls and died, but they were perfectly fine!"No, that's impossible!"Refusing to accept reality, Gashface promptly called Crewcut… but he did not answer, no matter how many times Gashface called!Gashface had paid a deposit—logically speaking, Crewcut would come to see him to get the rest once he accomplished his task. So why would Crewcut not answer the phone?There was only one answer—that the brat in front of him had really defeated Crewcut!Seeing the troubled look on Gashface's face, the proprietors were laughing all at once. "Are you scared now? See, there's always someone better—did you think that we'd break just because you sent some witch doctor after us? Quit tryi
Frank strode up. "Oh, but you don't have to look for us. You're not leaving anyway!"He strode up and punched Gashface unconscious.-When Gashface woke up, he was tied to a pillar with nylon rope.There was a table with plates of meats of all varieties nearby, with Jada, Laura, Frank, and the burly proprietors all sitting around it and feasting.Laura appeared apologetic, however. "I should be treating you to a meal at a proper restaurant, to be honest."Jada smiled, shaking her head. "Don't worry about it. Mr. Frankton can fork out a hundred million at will, so he really wouldn't care!""Now that you've mentioned the hundred mil…" one of the proprietors asked sheepishly. "Do you really have the money? You should just leave if you don't—don't let that prick exploit you!"Though the other proprietors nodded in agreement, Jada chuckled. "Don't worry. We're obviously going to keep our word!"Gashface laughed coolly right then. "Now that's just conceited, bitch! I'll give it to y