Frank's words left the white-clad geezer sweating down his back.
Even he had to admit that the brat projected a menacing presence that intimidated even him!
"Are you really going to do this?!" he snarled through his teeth nonetheless.
He certainly would not have caused trouble if he had known that he would run into someone as powerful as Frank in this place.
And now, forget revenge—they had nowhere to run.
But as if bothered that the white-clad geezer was not dead already, his entourage kept adding fuel to the fire.
"What's the problem, sir?"
"It's obvious that he wouldn't win against you. Why are you getting cold feet?'
At this sage, the white-clad geezer had nothing to hide and bellowed, "All you know is revenge! Do you even know your level compared to his?!
"Forget you lot—no martial artist would ever win against that man!
"Let me put it to you this way—there aren't more than a hundred individuals who could defeat me in this country. Not only is he among that hundred, but he ranks at the top. Do you get it now?"
The members of the entourage traded glances, with one of them laughing. "Quit yanking our chain, sir. You're feared by many—why would a brat like him have over you?"
The white-clad geezer rolled his eyes. "So what if I'm feared by many? That still doesn't make me number one! Even if I were, is there any assurance that I wouldn't screw up?
"Have none of you heard of the term young prodigy? With just that brief bout, I knew it applied to that man!"
The entourage was left dumbfounded—they had come for revenge and reclaim the respect they had, only to run into someone so powerful that even the white-clad geezer was helpless against.
How did that even make sense?
It was not just anyone—it was the granduncle they held in such high-esteem!
He was certainly experienced enough to see that there was no real value in honor, and that a real man would know when to bend—to adapt when necessary.
That was why he knelt—to live!
Frank laughed right then.
Of all the people he had ever met, this was his first time meeting someone as tactful as this geezer!
He could not help feeling curious just then. "I'm actually curious—what have you been through over the years that you could kneel so quickly? I really didn't expect this!"
The white-clad geezer chuckled coolly. "What reason does there need to be? We made a mistake, and it's never too late to turn things around. I'm sure no one would think badly of us even if word gets out."
Frank, however, shook his head. "No, they would call you out for not sticking to your guns!"

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