"Dad!"


    Kat''s face fell, but she was restrained again before she could jump toward Cid.


    "Fucking geezer! Are you threatening me?!"


    Cid was still traumatized as he touched his neck and felt blood, though his fear soon turned to rage.


    "You should be honored I''m fucking your daughter, but you had to threaten me, huh?! Cut him!"


    A goon strode up, aiming his machete at Nash''s arm even as hey prone on the floor,pletely


    helpless.


    "Dad!" Kat screamed.


    ng!


    Just as everyone thought Nash''s arm was going to be cut off, the goon doing it was left staring at hand


    holding his machete in ce.


    He was certainly stunned—the machete was not budging no matter how he moved, and why was the


    hand holding the de not bleeding?!


    Everyone was left staring in disbelief at Frank—naturally, he was the one holding the machete.


    "That''s enough," he growled.


    Havingpleted Birthright, even bullets would not pierce his projected pure vigor, let alone a


    machete.


    "H-How dare you!" Cid bellowed, at once surprised and furious that Frank meddled.


    "Oh, you can do whatever you want with those kids. Just not Nash here," Frank said nonchntly.


    "Who do you think you are, telling me what to do?!"


    Cid bellowed,ughing despite his rage as he stared daggers at Frank. "Even the Four Families of


    Morhen can''t stop me from taking his hand!"


    Frank shook his head exasperatedly. "So we can''t talk about this?"


    "Talk?! Who do you think you are?!"


    Cid was taken aback andughed as he pointed to the cut on his neck. "That geezer almost killed me,


    and you still think we can talk about this?!"


    He then looked around at his own goons pointedly, "You''ve got moves, I''ll give you that, but look


    around you. These are all my boys! Give me crap again, and I''ll cut you into tiny pieces too!"


    Frank did a double take but soon leveled a look of wry amusement at Cid as he quietly said, "Crap."


    "What?"


    Frank''s single word remark left Cid stumped.


    Frank shrugged in turn. "You told me that you''d cut me if I gave you crap again, right? Or did you miss


    it? Here, I''d repeat it for good measure: crap, crap, crap, and crap."


    Cid was left glowering at Frank''s mocking—it was a barenaked challenge!


    "Go! Cut him up!" he bellowed right then.


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    But as soon as he was finished, Cid''s vision turned ck while what felt like a train crashed into him,


    sending him flying while his guts threatened to spill out of his mouth.


    He then realized that he had mmed into the wall before sliding limply onto the floor.


    Everyone soon saw Frank standing where Cid stood. "Oh, sorry. I just knocked into you."


    No one actually saw how he moved—he was right there in the blink of an eye! Moreover, they only


    realized that Cid had mmed into the wall after that loud bang!