Frank somehow floored those dozen over men with relative ease without breaking a sweat.
There was no doubt about it—the man was a martial artist!
How unlucky could he be?! Martial artists were far and few between… but he somehow ended up messing with one, and it had to be some backwater bumpkin at that!
Cato certainly knew he had messed up big time now.
At the same time, Frank dropped to a crouch before Cato and grabbed him by the hair, impassive even as he asked, “You were saying you’re going to have some fun with my girl, weren’t you?”
“Frank!” Helen rolled her eyes in the distance, exasperated.
Was that the only thing Frank heard?
Frank simply ignored her as he flashed a sickly sweet smile at Cato. “So? Are you still going to do it?”
Cato shook his head so violently his neck could break, already scared out of his mind.
“Well, you certainly can talk…” Frank sighed, his eyes flashing sharply as he suddenly snapped, “I’ve never even had fun with her myself, y’know!”
“Please! I’d never dare! I’m so sorry! Just let me go!” Cato was sobbing.
“Oh, but I don’t believe you.” Frank chuckled, rubbing his chin.
“W-Well, what do I have to do?” Cato asked quickly and eagerly, seeing a chance just then.
Wham!
Frank suddenly got up and jammed a foot on Cato’s groin, reducing him to a eunuch in an instant.
“Argh!!!”
As Cato screamed like a gutted pig, Frank smiled and nodded in satisfaction. “Well, I can rest easy now.”
“Frank!” Helen stamped her feet in the distance, certainly able to see what Frank had done.
Why did he get so petty after coming to Morhen? She had been on the receiving end of such threats often enough—being beautiful was as much a burden as it was an advantage anyway.
“Hmph.” Frank snorted and clapped Cato on the shoulder even as his face contorted horribly. “Just pray you don’t run into me the next time you pull this, or it won’t just be your balls, understand?”
“F-Fu…” Cato wanted to snap at Frank, but his rationality stopped him.
All he could do was to grit his teeth and stop himself from blacking out while using all his strength to nod.
“Good boy.” Frank stood up, walking to Helen’s side and beckoning. “Come on. Let’s get you a reliable subcontractor.
However, Helen rubbed her temples and sighed. “Frank, haven’t you forgotten something?”
Seeing that Frank appeared puzzled, Helen pursed her lips and gestured at a dumbstruck Luna nearby.
Frank snorted. “Who cares? He’s her online lover—you should respect her wishes.”
With that, he shrugged and left.
At the same time, Cato finally recovered enough when Luna reached him and held out a hand, begging, ” “Luna… Please, help me…”
However, Luna was thoroughly disenchanted and kicked him squarely in the groin, cursing, “Die, scumbag!”
