Chapter 25

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

As dull punches made contact, the thugs were all floored, none of them able to stand after a single hit from Frank.

And like a human-shaped tank, he continued toward Robin, who was left dumbstruck from fear. "S-Stop him!"

It was a scene straight from a horror movie—the man was just like a rabid dog!

Even so, any thug who tried to stop Frank would be gently shoved aside, their arm broken.

Frank reached Robin soon enough and seized his neck with a vice-like grip.

"Oof—"

Choking immediately, Robin released Helen in reflex while his other hand reached to his hip and whipped out a pocket knife.

As it gleamed coldly, he screamed, "Die!"

"Watch out!" Helen cried out and jumped toward them, but it was too late…

Frank had caught Robin by the wrist in a split second, with the knife just an inch away and not budging at all!

He then squeezed!

Crack!

Robin's arm was twisted by a 180 degree angle right then and utterly deformed!

"Argh!!! My hand!!! My hand!!!" he