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 punchesnded rapidly, and five goons were left coughing blood, their bodies stiffening.


    "What?! C-Could he havepleted Birthright rank?!"


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    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.


    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 ce.


    Then, when he left their encirclement, he sighed, and the miasma of pure vigor faded.


    The goons, who were all still standing, copsed loudly without anything holding them aloft.


    All of themy prone, breathless.


    Then, Frank calmly walked up to thest goon, pping 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 nced 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


    iming it did not eat meat.


    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, I 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 with me again, and no one will be able to stop me. You hear


    that?"


    Chuckling as he pped the goon on the shoulder, the lucky goon nodded nkly.


    "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.