As soon as Frank finished, the Lady of White Tiger Hall shot toward Frank like a missile, her fists and foot outstretched.

Pow!

Dust and dirt kicked up, and there was an audible thud as someone fell.

“Lugh Frankton!” Drea exclaimed in fear.

Beside her, the black-haired geezer laughed coldly. “That’s his own fault-he asked for it! I’ll give it to you straight-no one would ever measure up to that killing machine in a fair fight!”

“Is that so?”

Even before the black-haired geezer could keep gloating, the dust settled, and Frank stepped out, carrying the woman with only one arm.