"The nail that sticks out gets hammered! I''m sure you''d die horribly soon enough!"


    The white-haired youth''s futile efforts at threatening Frank only made him smirk.


    "What''s it to you, even if I or Drunken Moon died? She still won''t be interested."


    The white-haired youth snorted, but soon sighed. "Fine, do it!"


    Drunken Moon wagged her finger at him. "Why should we make it quick? He''s


    actually right—death is a reward for people like you.


    "That''s why I''ll treat your leg and sell you as a ve to some third-world country.


    Trust me, it''s not just thedies who are popr there—they like a pretty boy too."


    The white-haired youth smirked. "Quit trying to scare me. Do you think that


    crippling my cultivation would stop me from talking? As long as you don''t, I''ll find a


    way to free myself. Let''s see what you can do then!"


    That was when Frank butted in. "Actually, I do have a solution."


    With just a thought, the white-haired youth''s leg was as good as new.


    As soon as he saw that, the white-haired youth promptly dashed toward Drunken


    Moon, but she was prepared for it and sent him flying with a kick.


    Even as he crashed heavily into the ground, the white-haired youth felt himself


    dying inside


    He stared nkly at himself, mumbling, "No... That''s impossible! How did my


    speed disappear?! I was born with it!"


    Frank chuckled. "What''s impossible about it? Hell..."


    He snapped his fingers, and the white-haired youth suddenly could not open his


    mouth too!


    Even his vision was a blur—he could only see Frank, but not where he was.


    If he were really sold as a ve to a third-world country as Drunken Moon had put


    it, he would not be able to escape at all!


    "See, there''s no doubt you don''t fear death, and people like you are rare."


    Frank chuckled. "But what you didn''t


    know is that there are plenty of


    punishments tailored for people like


    you too. Even if it wasn''t the original


    intention, it works for me!"


    The white-haired youth shook his head repeatedly but was unable to appeal to


    Frank''s conscience, even as heughed like a demon!


    In the end, sess never depended on luck. Frank was able to protect Drunken


    Moon because his methods inspired fear!


    It was certainly the first time the


    white-haired youth had met


    someone like Frank, and he could


    not wrap his head around it, as if the


    world was crashing down around


    him.


    Frank then turned toward Drunken Moon, who smiled, shaking her head.


    The third-world country idea was


    just spoken from the


    spur-of-the-moment. And unlike


    Frank she always insisted on


    making things quick no matter how


    rotten the viin was.


    However, Frank shook his head. "He treats his fellow human beings with


    insignificance. Unless properly punished, he and his ilk won''t get the wake-up call


    he needs.


    "If you want to stand on your own two feet, then you have to put aside your


    conscience and be cruel to your enemies."


    Knowing that Frank was right about that, Drunken Moon resolved herself and


    strode up to the white-haired youth. "Don''t me me for this. It''s your fault for


    losing!"


    Lifting him into the air, Drunken Moon then mmed the white-haired youth down


    violently on the floor, knocking him out.


    Turning to Frank, she asked, "Can you actually do it? Sell him as a ve to a


    third-world country?"


    Frank smiled, shaking his head. "Human trafficking is simply indefensible. Why


    would I do that?


    "Still, we can ask someone to send him over—someone would take him away by


    then."