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    Baba Yaga had said that Frank was a real pickle, and they must never face him directly.


    After all, the depths of Frank''s strength was unfathomable, and many big shots had already died by his hand.


    As such, they should avoid him whenever they could.


    In fact, even though Sohil immediately recognized Frank, Sohil pretended he did not because he must not do that in order to avoid rousing Frank''s suspicion.


    "Who are you?!" he snapped. "Why did you barge into my turf and hurt my men?"


    Frank snorted at Sohil''s pointless pretension-he never intended to talk things out peacefully when he came.


    Still, it surprised Frank to hear Gable''s voice from within, and he therefore leaned against the door to eavesdrop on Gable and Sohil.


    He was at once furious when he found out about their ns.


    Lowering his head to look at the panicking Gable, he growled icily, "I knew sparing your life was a mistake."


    "W-What are you talking about?" Gable eximed despite his terror. "I just came to buy medicine for my mother. What are you doing?!" "Buy medicine?"


    Frank reached out to snatch the bottle of pills out of Gable''s pocket right then and sniffed it. "This is... Mildron Balm?!"Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    He was shocked, as despite having medicinal value, Mildron Balm could be refined into mildronate through a special process.


    And mildronate was absolutely nothing good-though it could suppress various aches and difort of the body, it was highly addictive and aggravated the previous symptoms of the patients endlessly.


    Eventually, as the patient kept wanting to consume more, they would die from overdose.


    And the thought that Gable was feeding his own mother almost spurred Frank into killing him on the spot.


    Calling him an animal would be an insult to animals!


    Naturally, both Gable and Sohil were stunned that Frank recognized the medicine.


    After all, it was a unique substance-even Hundred Bane Sect did not have much in stock.


    The fact that Frank could recognize it meant he was really something else entirely!


    Still, Frank turned coolly toward Sohil just then. "Sohil Zomer, was it? Where''s your son Borc? I have questions."


    Even so, Sohil stubbornly continued to stall, "Isn''t this too much, my friend? I have no idea how you met my son, but—" "Cut the crap!"


    As Frank''s eyes narrowed in a re, an invisible burst of pure vigor shot past Sohil''s cheek, slicing off his left ear in a split second.


    His blood gushing, Sohil was left clutching what remained as he screamed.


    "Last chance. Bring him here!" Frank bellowed right then.


    "O-Okay, okay..."


    Sohil was certainly terrified.


    He was a martial artist himself, and a Birthright rank at that!


    And yet, he was absolutely defenseless even as Frank cut off his ear in an instant.


    That was enough to show that Frank was not just strong, but he was also a monster no different from those ancient terrors of major sects, all of whom were way above his pay grade!


    Not daring to stall any further, Sohil clutched his bleeding wound as he ran to the back of the bar, yelling, "Borc? Borc? What did you do this time?! There''s this man looking for you. Where are you?!"