Hux''s face fell at the sight before him, and he took a step back somberly.


    He might be just a mob boss, but he had done his homework and knew about every young martial elite


    in Morhen. After all, he did not rely solely on his own influence to reach where he was today—he had to


    be able to read people and the room, or he would be dead before he knew it if he messed with


    someone he should not.


    Even so, he had idea who Frank was—Frank was not from the Four Families of Morhen, and he did not


    recognize Frank''s face from Skyrank.


    A martial elite from out of town, perhaps?


    While hesitant, Huxposed himself following his shock, his eyes shing sharply as he snapped,


    "You can hold your own in a fight, kid—I''ll give you that. But you don''t get to lord over everyone else


    just because you can throw a punch. Can you still hold your own against guns? Or are you fast enough


    to dodge bullets? Hell, I''ve seen many martial elites like you who''d get full of themselves just because


    they were good, and all of them got killed before their time..."


    Hux''s eyes then narrowed dangerously. "With no exceptions."


    Despite Hux''s threat, Frank appeared unaffected.


    On the other hand, Nash, Kat, and Kat''s ssmates all became worried—Hux was right, being good in


    a fight was pointless against connections and authority.


    And Frank was alone. Would he be able to defeat thousands, let alone hundreds?


    Soren Lionheart especially snorted audibly, seemingly forgetting that he was humbled to no end just


    earlier. "Exactly! So what if you can fight? You have no connections or authority, and you''d just be


    getting down on your knees and begging Mr. Darman soon enough!"


    Seemingly not hearing Soren, Frank simply shrugged. "Hux Darman, was it? Actually, I''ve heard the


    same speech over a dozen times and my ears have grown deaf to it."


    Then, his eyes narrowed murderously. "And as you can see for yourself, I''m still standing here. See, I


    really hate it whenever someone starts browbeating others because they have power, so my word of


    advice? Don''t upset me, or I''ll butcher you in the heat of the moment, and you''ll have to give that


    speech of yours to the reaper."


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    "Grr." Hux''s cheeks clenched, having no idea what to say to buy time.


    He might have influence, but against a tough nut like Frank ready to kill in an instant? He remained


    helpless.


    Moreover, he hade in a hurry and did not bring enough people, which was why he was wary


    toward Frank.


    "So how about this?" Frank nced pointedly at Nash and the students just then. "Let these


    bystanders go, and we can talk about our beef. What do you say?"


    As a matter of fact, Frank was already feeling murderous, but he hade to Morhen for Vicky. If he


    caused a huge mess, he really might draw the attention of Titus Lionheart. While that did not mean


    Frank was afraid of Titus or the Lionhearts, he was worried about getting Vicky as well as those around


    her caught in his mess.


    Naturally, if Hux insisted on pressing the issue, he would not mind eliminating Hux since he would be


    doing society a favor.


    For Hux''s part, he knew that Frank''s negotiation was a threat.


    He had the feeling that if he even breathed something that sounded a little like ''no'', all bets would be off


    —Frank would be on top of him in an instant, killing him.


    This was certainly the most frustrating day for him in the years since he began his criminal career!