Having never met Frank before and unaware of his personality, Red Shirt was genuinely concerned about reprisals.

Taking his gun back from the woman, he nudged her. “Apologize already!”

However, the woman was petrified and did not move, leaving Red Shirt fuming.

He pulled her toward Frank, kowtowing in apology. “We never knew that you’re a superior being, and we really meant no offense! Please look the other way this one time!”

Frank smiled in wry amusement. “What did you just call me?”

“A superior being? Or just a god, if you like! I mean, aren’t you one? Even bullets can’t touch you!”

Frank chuckled in exasperation. “Shagan really fell from grace, huh? Ascendant- ranked individuals can handle bullets, let alone a plain handgun like that one. Don’t worry I can be ruthless, but I won’t kill a woman. I did goad her into shooting anyway.”