Frank wheeled on the geezer, smirking. "Then why don't you go save that girl yourself or offer yourself as a hostage in exchange for her?"
The geezer shuddered even as he glanced at Red Mohawk and tamely stayed quiet.
"Hmph. I don't know where you're from, but you'll pay for messing with The Ghosters! And now, I'll take this brat's life as dividends!"
Red Mohawk laughed savagely, holding the girl's neck with one hand and her tiny head with the other, ready to decapitate her!
"No!!!"
The mother screamed at the top of her lungs, while everyone else turned away as they could not bear to watch.
Swish.
However, while everyone expected the crunching of bones, all they heard was a quiet rush of wind.
"Huh?"
The mother, who was on his knees and staring at her daughter fixedly, froze.
Even Red Mohawk was no different, as the fragile girl he could kill with just a squeeze disappeared into thin air.
That was when he realized he was staring into Frank's cool eyes. "Scum."
At the same time, he felt the terrible agony on his wrists. He then looked down and saw that his palms were on the floor in the middle of puddles of blood, his fingers still twitching!
"Argh!!! Argh!!! How?!" Red Mohawk screamed, his temples bulging in agony.
He could not believe it—both his hands were sliced off in a split second!
He did not even have time to see what happened, and Frank had already snatched away his hostage!
"Close your eyes. Don't look."
As no one answered, he shook his head and snorted. "I'll be frank—the reason I'm here is to wipe out The Ghosters. If no one is going to tell me and The Ghosters find out what happened here, none of you would be able to escape."
Everyone felt the child down their spines even as they finished.
After all, Frank was right.
It would have been fine if Frank had never fought them at all, but he did, even kicking off their leader's head with so many witnesses.
When The Ghosters came for blood, would they be able to get away?
"Do you understand now?" Frank continued coolly. "Your only way out right now is to tell me where their base is and pray that I can wipe them out, or you're all going to die."
However, everyone in the restaurant merely traded looks of fear and hesitation, none of them daring to step up.
That was when a tall, slender bespectacled woman in workwear strode up. "I know where it is."

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