This meant that Frank was on the right track.

People who could fight tigers bare-handed? They must be the ones he was looking for! “Don’t tell anyone I was here!” he snapped at Luis before heading to Torchwood.

It was a place of vices and debauchery, and the thunderous dubstep left Frank ill at ease.

But there was no helping it he had to check this place out, and so, must create a distraction!

Picking up a bottle of beer, he dropped to a couch behind a booth seat and threw it to the other end of the room.

Once the bottle struck a pudgy man, Frank moved behind him and threw the bottle at the booth seat he had just left.

With that exchange and the dimly lit room, the two gangs promptly started fighting.