Chapter 1775

"Go!" With thirtyish bodyguards and the Birthright-ranked bodyguard squad leader charging at Frank, he knew that this had to be resolved with violence. But it suited him just right. In fact, Frank was sneering—after tailing Huub for a while, his fists were itching. Pow! With a punch, he sent a roaring and charging bodyguard flying and screaming. "Huh?!" "He's a martial artist!" "So he can walk the talk! "I guess he had to have something, daring to challenge Droitner Inc. on their turf…" "Come on, haven't you heard? He's from Zamri, and you don't ever challenge a lion on his turf, get it?" The bystanders had already presumed that Frank was dead meat as soon as the bodyguards encircled him, only for his first strike to leave them stunned. Frank did not have time to listen to their comments either. After he sent the first bodyguard flying with a punch, three more lunged at him—all of them armed. However, it was pointless since this was an exhibition hall, and they had to show