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    Frank was now prepared to groom his own faction.


    And for that undertaking, the security officers from the Lanecorp Health and Safety Department were a readymade resource, as most were fine potential for martial artists.


    They just did not have any proper instructors yet.


    Hence, in one swift stroke, Frank divided them into two.


    Security officers who were still working shifts at Lanecorp Tower would hence remain as part of the Lanecorp Health and Safety Department.


    As for those chosen and extracted from the department, they woulde under a new outfit called...


    "Mystic Sky Guild!" Frank announced.


    Nheless, the name immediately incurred the dissatisfaction of many of the boys.


    Tidus Simmons was among them,ining about how it did not sound intimidating.


    "Mystic Sky Guild just sounds so... uninspiring. What about Blood Dragon Gang?" "Nah, Dragon Fangs sound better!"


    "Wait, we''re a gang in Zamri. And the Zamrians have a nice ring to it!"


    "How about The Boners?"


    "Just fuck off..."


    Frank was at a bar owned by the Lanecorp Health and Safety Department, filled to the brim with security officers.


    Everyone from Tidus, Scarface Tucker, Peter Lane, and even Madfist were there.


    "Ahem. Anyway, it''s decided-we are Mystic Sky Guild!"


    Frank smacked the table as he had his final small. "The names you''ve suggested are too gangster. Anyone would feel the ominous vibe instantly, and they''d take you for thugs!


    "But as Mystic Sky Guild... Hah! Watch as I lead you to new heights, even rising as equals of the South Sea Four!


    "I, Frank Lawrence, was an apprentice of Mystic Sky Sect. And you''re all my apprentices now, so I''ve decided on our name!"


    The bar was silent as Frank finished.


    Tidus, who now sported a crew cut instead of his previous myriad-colored spiky hair, stood up.Ccontent ? exclusive by N?/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    "Mr. Lawrence... I mean, Master Lawrence. We''re just grunts working for you, man."


    He said nkly, "But you''re saying you''ll lead us misfits to rise as equals of the South Sea Four? Aren''t you giving us too much credit?"


    "Yeah, chief. We''re just a bunch of thugs..."


    "We''re only shaping up because thug life is too difficult"


    "Hell, only a handful of us can read."


    Frank was actually leftughing at their sudden demotivation and snapped, "Well, you''d better get your head in the game starting now!


    You''re all thugs and trash, but no


    do


    you really have to stay that way for the rest of your lives?!


    "I''m telling you—if you stick with me, you''ll make it big! You''ll all be individuals who can stand against the South Sea Four!


    "And starting now, this old man..."


    Frank continued loudly, pointing at Madfist beside him, "He''s now your godfather and will be in charge of your training! So do as you''re told, and work hard to be martial artists!"


    "Now greet your new Godfather!"


    "Godfather!"


    At Frank''s call, the entire bar greeted Madfist in one voice.


    Madfist, however, appeared


    In


    stumped and turned in annoyance toward Frank. "Are you kidding me? You''re telling me to teach these pieces of shit martial arts? How many of them would actually seed?"


    "Don''t worry." Frank pped his chest and assured him in turn. "I''ll soon have them be reborn."


    Madfist appeared exasperated, but since he did not have a family, hearing so many boys call him father still left him emotional.


    "I''m developing a pill in the near future."


    Frank chuckled as he told everyone,


    "I spared no expense there, so I hope you''ll all do your best for me and Mystic Sky Guild by bing Birthright-ranked elites! I''m hoping to get at least a couple of


    Ascendant-ranked elites from you!"


    Madfist was left dumbfounded by the goal Frank had set.