The drunkard raised a thumb. "Brat! And you, bitch! Impressive—your fists pack a punch, at least. I'll admit I'd never win against either of you in a single fight.
"However, there's strength in numbers! I'll give up my pride just to crush your spirit on this day!"
Frank nodded and suddenly opened the door.
Bang!
The drunkard was sent flying, along with the car door!
He flailed around a few times but was unable to get to his feet either way.
As it turned out, the seemingly harmless pretty boy was the embodiment of terror!
But at this point, who knew what mockery he would suffer if he fled?
"Don't you start begging if you really have the balls, brat!"
With a wave of his hand, his buddies leapt toward Frank in loyalty.
However, they were really nothing for Frank.
He seized the man who was nearest to him by the wrist and flung him effortlessly, as if he were a tiny pebble.
The man was launched several feet away despite him weighing near 200 pounds, crashing heavily on the ground unconscious!
The drunkard, his buddies, and the cabbie were all dumbstruck.
Frank was just one man—no matter how strong he was, there was no way he could be that strong!
And yet, he was so powerful that normal folks were insignificant to him now!
As for the drunkard's buddies, they were just here to have fun.
Now that they had seen how powerful Frank was, why would they still help the drunkard?
But even as they turned to run, Frank laughed coolly. "You guys should try walking!"
Seemingly to do what Drunken Moon had suggested, he clenched his knuckle, crushing the four vans into fist-sized balls.
By the time they were thirty feet away from Frank, the last of them died from a cracked skull!
Seeing that, the cabbie was left scowling even as he looked up at the bright sun overhead.
What the hell—it was still broad daylight! Did those people run into something cursed?
Frank snapped his fingers at the cabbie just then, and he wound down his window, knowing that Frank had something to say.
Just as he expected, Frank grinned. "Hang around. I'd like to check out the construction site!"
"Don't push yourself, kiddo!" the cabbie promptly exclaimed. "Even the saints know better than to challenge the demon on their turf, let alone people like us!
"Out of sight, out of mind—as they say. We should bail!"
Frank smiled, shaking his head. "Thanks for the head's up, but I really like causing trouble!"
And with those words, he turned and headed straight to the construction site.

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