Although the dozen over security guards were wearing uniforms, their boorish speech made it clear


    that they were just sstreet thugs.


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    Frank slowly looked up at them as they charged inside, growling, "You have five seconds. Get out of


    here, or I won''t hold back." "Shit, we have a cocky one!" The security guard leader leapt up at him, stun


    baton raised.


    "Hmph." Frank really did not have the tto waste with these thugs.


    Nash was still on the operating table, groaning softly in pain and in need of medical attention.


    Leaping up right then, Frank knocked out the security guard with the side of his palm, and the guard


    was sent rolling as he eyes rolled up in its sockets.


    Bzzt...


    Frank had grabbed the first security guard''s stun baton before he was sent flying and shoved it at the


    next closest security guard, leaving him convulsing as ck smoke billowed.


    "Out!" Frank bellowed and kicked the security guard into another.


    More kepting, however, and Frank did not hold back.


    Crack.


    Thud.


    Wham.


    He darted between them like a lightning bolt as he took them all down in under thirty seconds.


    The doctors who were peeking from the hallway were left gaping-every security guard who had such


    pompous moments was on the floor rolling around and screaming like gutted pigs. Many of them were


    still suffering from electric shocks, their tongues hanging out creepily.


    "Take them with you and leave!" Frank then bellowed at the only security guard left standing.


    However, the security guard promptly fled the operating room whipping out his phone as he did. "J-Just


    you wait! You''ve really done it now, messing with us on Sorano turf!" Frank did not chase after him.


    Instead, he kicked every incapacitated bodyguard out of the operating room before mming the doors


    shut with a bang and striding to the operating table.


    The doctors who were chased out earlier looked in through the ss out at the hallway, watching him


    in shock.


    "The hell is he doing? Surgery...?" Dr. Brent leaned against the ss even as he watched reluctantly in


    exasperation.


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