Frank sighed. "Sif Lionheart is as despicable as she is... despotic."
The Birthright rank goon leader paused visibly at the mention of Sif and snapped impatiently, "We have no
relation to Ms. Lionheart. Hand over the Hale Marrow or die!"
"What, are you saying I'd live if | hand it over? Also, 'Ms. Lionheart?" Frank snorted in disdain. "You slipped up
there, brother."
Realizing that he had been tricked, the Birthright rank goon leader gave up on all pretenses.
"Go!" he bellowed, gesturing for his men to attack Frank.
"Wait, you wanted this, right?" Frank casually whipped out the Hale Marrow just then.
"Stop! Don't break the Hale Marrow!"
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Sof the goons backed away when they saw it, afraid they would ruin it.
The Birthright rank goon leader promptly strode up at Frank, demanding, "That's it! Give it to me!"
"Alright, take it," Frank replied and threw the Hale Marrow up into the air.
In a split second, every goon's eyes were glued to the bright green sprout, while Frank sneered.
Turning into a blur, he appeared in front of the Birthright rank goon leader in the blink of an eye.
"Huh?" The Birthright rank goon leader felt his body lighten even before he knew it, and he was suddenly flying.
As he did, he found himself just inches away from the Hale Marrow. "Haha... I'm reaching it! I'm so close!"
That was when fear crept in, as he realized he could not move his hands.
To be precise, he realized he did not have hands as gravity pulled him downward, and the world around him
spun.
He could also vaguely make up three headless corpses still standing, one of which had a familiar getup.
"Isn't that. me?"
That was the Birthright rank goon leader's final thought before his vision blacked out, and he all lost all
consciousness.
Frank did not hold back at all against the robbers.
While they were distracted by the Hale Marrow, he extended his palm, charging his pure vigor to enforce it into a
blade.
And with a diagonal swipe, three heads were sent flying.
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Once that was done, he leapt into the air and caught the Hale Marrow, leaping from shoulder to shoulder out of
the encirclement.
He returned the Hale Marrow back in his pocket before turning back to the goons and beckoned at them
provokingly.
"You've really done it now, brat!"
One of the goons realized that Frank had taken them for a ride and quickly turned to the Birthright rank goon
leader. "What should we do, boss? He's quite tough... Boss? Boss?!"
The goon was soon left astonished as he realized the Birthright rank goon leader had lost his head— literally.
Even as he stared blankly in realization of the Birthright rank goon leader's death, the other twentyish goons
gave in to Frank's provocation and charged at him.
Frank remained perfectly calm as he stood his ground.