The beggar went for a last-ditch effort nonetheless. “Did you think I’d be afraid of you?”

Frank smirked. “I was hoping you wouldn’t be!”

He swung at the beggar, sending him slamming violently up the ceiling before crashing heavily on the floor.

The beggar was left gritting his teeth in pain.

He had been through plenty in the years he spent hiding his identity, so those two blows from Frank alone were far from overwhelming.

But for some reason, he was gripped with immeasurable terror-more so than what the other guy had instilled upon him. The person before his eyes was no different from a hungry beast, ready to tear him into pieces if he was not fed!

Nonetheless, he asked, “C-Could you agree to a condition…?”