In just three minutes, all of The Ghosters' thugs in the cafe were floored and unconscious, aside from their leader with the red mohawk.
"A-Amazing…"
Everyone else in the cafe appeared astounded, not because Frank could defeat the thugs, but because he did so without wrinkling his suit, let alone inflicting property damage.
It was not just an overwhelming victory, but also an elegant, almost leisurely stroll.
Even as Red Mohawk watched as Frank calmly returned to his seat, a hint of fear showed on his contorted face. "You brat…"
"So?"
Frank asked quietly as he sat with one leg crossed, "Are you going to challenge me and join your boys, or leave quietly to tell your boss to come see me?"
This time, when everyone in the cafe heard that, they no longer felt shock or doubt toward Frank—in fact, they had the feeling that Frank was stronger than Ghost!
Still, Frank was soon narrowing his eyes at Red Mohawk as he hesitated, wondering inwardly if he was going to join his thug lackeys despite having just seen Frank dispatch all of them with relative ease.
Even as Frank stared at him calmly, Red Mohawk took a step back, and Frank almost nodded in approval.
That was it—just leave in fear, and get your boss!
That was when he was left scowling as he watched—as he took that step back, Red Mohawk suddenly grinned viciously, as if hatching a terrible plan!
"Fuck this shit!" Red Mohawk bellowed as he turned and snatched a four-year old girl from her mother, all while shrieking maniacally, "I'll die if I go back without the money, but at least I get to take someone down with me now!"
"So, you're that eager to die?" Frank growled murderously as he slowly got up.
"That's you, brat!"
Red Mohawk laughed, his eyes crimson as he bellowed at everyone else in the cafe, "Do as I say, or they're all going to die too! And it'll be way worse than being strangled… they'll be skinned and fed to the dogs! It's all because of you, brat!"
Everyone in the cafe paled at Red Mohawk's ravings.
Although The Ghosters only recently came to be, each of their members were more savage than the next—what Red Mohawk threatened them with was hardly a joke!
Just as Frank was ready to eliminate Red Mohawk in a fit of rage, he was caught off guard as someone suddenly asked behind him, "H-Hey, man… Why don't you just listen to him?"

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