The motel owner thought Frank was trustworthy and told him everything he knew. "Good. Thanks for cooperation-now do it yourself."


    Frank snapped his fingers again, and the mystic gun returned, lying quietly beside the motel owner as if it never disappeared.


    "What? You''re a martial elite! Don''t you think people would talk behind your back about our deceit?!"


    The motel owner thought Frank was joking, but his expression was not.


    As such he pinned his hopes on emotional ckmail, but Frank was impervious to that too, even chuckling. "What''s there to worry about? It''d just be hearsay, and they would be gone a couple of centuriester.


    "Also, everyone would only find out if I spared you instead of avenging your victims. Now that''s proper evil. You''re naive if you think that I''m not the scourge of injustice. You won''t be getting any chances from me."


    Even as reality sank in for the motel owner, he cried, "Y-You can''t do this! We had an agreement!"


    Frank shrugged. "First of all, I only said I would consider it-that means I get to make the call. Secondly, thedies are on my side, while the rest of you are all going to die. Why did you even think that people would talk?"


    As the motel owner realized that he waspletely out of options, he decided to go down swinging!


    Even though Frank''s physique was tougher than anything he had ever seen, that was not the case for the twodies with him.


    As soon as he saw his chance, the motel owner picked up the gun from the floor, took aim at Drunken Moon between the eyes, and fired, and then at the bellgirl!


    He just did not ount for Frank''s sheer reflexes.


    Frank moved with a swish, and when they could see him again, he spread his palms, allowing two to roll off and drop on the floor with a loud ng.


    It went without saying that the motel owner and the middle-aged man were absolutely dumbstruck.


    Not only was he tough, but he was also lightning quick enough to catch bullets. He really was a demigod as he imed!


    "You asked for it!"


    Annoyed, Frank kicked the two bullets at the motel owner and the middle-aged


    man.


    The others did not fare any better, as they vaporized on the spot, their tyranny hence ending.


    "Why did you kill the owner?"


    Drunken Moonined. "Youet


    could''ve at least asked where


    got


    the pendant, and it still won''t be too


    She would have stopped Frank earlier, but he moved so quickly that the deed was done when she spoke.


    While she was always pleased about that, Frank''s strengths could also prove a problem on asion.


    "He definitely wouldn''t know anything. Don''t bother."


    Frank chuckled, putting away the pendant and turning toward the bellgirl. "What are you going to do now?"


    The bellgirl thought about it. "I guess I''ll just have to work elsewhere. I can''t just stay home and do nothing, right?"


    "In that case, I''ming with you!" Drunken Moon quickly said.


    The bellgirl quickly shook her head. "That''s alright, priestess. You''re busy-you should go about your business."


    Drunken Moonughed. "I''ll say it exactly because I''m


    Moonughed. "I''ll say it s that I won''t abandone


    e on, let''s go!"


    Frank nodded. "Well, at least we could make sure she wasn''t tricked. Youdies


    can go I''ll get something done."


    He was nning to visit the


    craftsman who made that mystic


    item. Since not every business in


    town was a ckpany like that motel, hispany was


    inconsequential.


    "Alright. Just be careful."


    As such, Drunken Moon nodded and left with the bellgirl.