Luna had met Cato online, and she thought him handsome from his photos.
She was certainly hoping to hook up while building a business relationship, only for things to turn out like this.
“You?”
Cato turned in disdain toward Luna right then, grinning. “Why don’t you take a good look in the mirror, pig?! I wouldn’t even have bothered with you if it wasn’t for your money!”
His venomous retort left Luna thunderstruck.
“Be careful who you meet online, I guess.” Frank chuckled nonchalantly, perfectly calm enough to joke around even though he was up against a dozen thugs, as if it was just a walk in the park.
“What do we do, Frank?” Helen asked anxiously.
“Don’t worry. No one will lay a finger on you as long as I’m around.”
Cato could hear him brag and snapped right then.
He threw the wrench at Frank while bellowing furiously, “Go! Kill that bastard, but spare the chick. Whoever lays a finger on him will answer to him!”
The goons all grinned in understanding.
On the other hand, Frank merely held out his hand and caught the wrench mid-air although it was supposed to hit his face.
He then held up three fingers at the goons. “You have three seconds to get out of my sight. Three!”
His warning fell on deaf ears, however. In fact, the goons were all sneering in contempt.
Still, Frank stayed impassive as he bellowed, “Two!”
“Go!”
The goon in the lead charged at Frank, and Frank did not hold back, striking him across the face with the wrench as he counted, “One!”
The goon collapsed on the floor right then, clutching a bleeding cheek as half of his teeth were knocked out!
“Shit, he actually hit Gauma! Kill him!” another goon yelled, and the dozen over goons leapt toward Frank at once.
At the same time, Frank sighed and muttered under his breath, “Pushovers.”
He raised his wrench again, breaking the leg of another goon who was leaping toward him.
“Argh!!!”
Even as the goon screamed, Frank caught him by the ankle and threw him at the other goons, knocking four of them down.
“Get the chick!” Cato bellowed right then.
A chimplike goon charged up to Helen, grinning sinisterly as he reached for her neck, only to suddenly find himself staring into a pair of eyes glaring coldly at him.
“What?!”
The palpable death aura from the eyes left the goon freezing up, and actually wet himself right then.
“Fuck off!” Frank had hygiene standards too and sent him flying with a kick.
“Go!”
Even as the remaining goons charged at him, Frank did not use his vigor at all and relied solo on physical techniques and speed, weaving in and out among them like a phantom.
In under two minutes, the goons were all left on the floor, screaming and sobbing from broken arms or legs.
In the distance, a terrified Cato dropped to the floor on his rump as he saw Frank start toward him, a blood-soaked baseball club in hand.
“W-What are you doing?! Stay away! Don’t come closer!” He kept backing away until he felt his back against the wall.
With nowhere to run, he turned back toward Frank in panic.
But he had brought over a dozen men!
