Drunken Moon was definitely not going to tolerate that, and she snapped, "What


    are you going to do if I don''t apologize?"


    The motel owner growled coolly, "I''ve already shown you what I can do, and I


    don''t mind showing it again. Don''t take me for some angel-push me too far, and


    I''ll even make you my ve."


    Drunken Moon was simply amused. "Then show me what you''ve got to grow as


    conceited as you are!"


    The middle-aged man was snapping at Drunken Moon even before the motel


    owner could. "Bitch, you can''t even win against my friends! What, do you think


    you can challenge me just because you have your boy toy?


    "He''s quick, but so what?! Speed is pointless against absolute power!"


    The motel owner certainly felt buoyed by the ttery. After all, one would never


    look a gift horse in the mouth, and there was no one who despised being praised.


    Spreading his arms, heughed. "Come on-seeing those pretty cheeks of yours,


    let me give you a nice hug."


    "Go fuck yourself!" Drunken Moon snapped, not holding back at all.


    "Guess you really want a piece of me! But I''m not particrly interested in feisty


    types like you-I''ll just cripple your cultivation and let that piece of shit have you


    instead!"


    The motel owner nced at the middle-aged man, who was absolutely overjoyed.


    Not only was Drunken Moon a decent fighter, but her looks were angelic too, and


    the middle-aged man certainly could not resist that!


    On top of that, he relished the thought of breaking people, and the sense of


    aplishment was especially great with tough nuts like Drunken Moon.


    "Thank you very much, sir!" he quickly told the motel owner.


    The motel owner ignored him and Drunken Moon once again and went straight to


    Frank.


    Unlike the rest, he thought quite well of Frank and would even concede that Frank


    was far more gifted than himself.


    However, talent did not decide everything-Frank was just too young andcked


    training, so he was not going to win as he did now.


    As such, neither he nor the


    middle-aged man expected that he


    was sent flying by a mysterious


    force as soon as he started charging


    at Frank, knocking down the


    middle-aged man with him


    They traded nces in shock-but no matter how foolish he could be, the motel


    owner realized that he had screwed up.


    "W-Who are you?" he stammered.


    Frank shrugged. "Don''t bother. You should be thinking about how you''re going to


    beg."


    "Beg? Never!"


    The motel owner struggled to his feet, and started trading blows with Frank.


    Frank was simply too much and too vicious, rendering him defenseless before


    crippling his cultivation too!


    "No! That''s impossible!" the motel owner cried. "How could you be this strong?!"


    Frankughed. "You''re just that


    ignorant. Did you think that everyone


    has a one-track mind like you, only in


    tempering your physique? I''m sorry


    to say that I''ve reached the level of


    demigods. People like you are


    beneath me."


    The motel owner hung his head in silence for a long while but eventually sighed


    and whipped out a handgun.


    As he trained it on Frank, he smirked. "You made me do this, brat. I have to, even


    if it''s just for my reputation!"


    However, it did not scare Frank at all.


    Even Drunken Moon and the others


    smiled in wry amusement, and the


    bellgirl was, evenughing. "Come


    on, boss, you''re smarter than this


    Even @muggle like me knows that


    Transcendent ranks aren''t afraid of


    guns, and handsome over there is


    above that!"


    Even the middle-aged man promptly reasoned, "There''s no reason to go that far,


    man. You should worry about running instead!"