Releasing streaks of pure vigor, Frank quickly projected a miasma before himself.
Most people would not see it, but the goons could feel their movements slowing even as they charged inside.
The weaker ones could not even move at all!
On the other hand, Frank moved quicker while in the miasma.
Pow!
His punches landed rapidly, and five goons were left coughing blood, their bodies stiffening.
"What?! C-Could he have completed Birthright rank?!"
The goon on the edge promptly withdrew his leg when he saw what was happening, his face turning pale in
shock as if seeing a ghost.
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Frank's movement was smooth as a flowing river and inch-precise, even elegant in appearance.
As he charged toward the edge of the circle of goons, he would strike with his palm, knuckles, or fingers while
each goon still had their weapons raised, leaving them frozen in place.
Then, when he left their encirclement, he sighed, and the miasma of pure vigor faded.
The goons, who were all still standing, collapsed loudly without anything holding them aloft.
All of them lay prone, breathless.
Then, Frank calmly walked up to the last goon, clapping him on the shoulder and smiling, "So, Sif Lionheart sent
you?"
"Y-Yeah!" The goon certainly would not lie after seeing what happened and asked fearfully, "W-Who are you...?"
"Me?" Frank chuckled. "I'm just your typical passerby."
The goon could cry right then.
A typical passerby, when he managed to floor the Lionhearts' well-trained goons in under five minutes without
breaking a sweat?!
Who would ever believe that?!
And if Frank really was a typical passerby, their existence was pointless!
The goon then glanced at his headless leader, gulping as he asked, "A-Aren't you going to kill me?
"I don't like killing. I'm not that whimsical." Frank grinned.
The goon rolled his eyes despite Frank's very presence being a threat to his survival—it was like a lion claiming it
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Who did he think he was kidding after littering the floor with corpses?
"Honest." Franks shrugged innocently. "Obviously, with that Birthright rank elite and those two vigor wielders
being the exception."
Sighing, Frank cut to the chase. "Anyway, | need you to pass Sif a message."
"W-What is it?" the goon stammered.
Frank threw an arm around the goon's shoulder and said quietly, "Tell her to keep her stupidity in check, and that
I'll kill her if she messes withagain, and no one will be able to stop me. You hear that?"
Chuckling as he clapped the goon on the shoulder, the lucky goon nodded blankly.
"Alright, I'm going now if there's nothing else—also, your friends are going to wake up soon enough."
With that, Frank waved as he strode to his car and left with Trevor.