Before the drunkard finished speaking, Frank’s shoulders trembled suddenly. His fist moved so fast that no one saw it coming. The drunkard was interrupted mid-sentence, and the bridge of his nose was broken. The drunkard took a few steps back and struggled to maintain his footing. He was still dumbfounded when he sat back down in his seat. Blood quickly flowed out of his nose, staining his shirt red around his chest.
It took a while for the drunkard to feel the pain. When he touched his nose with his hands, they were covered in blood.
“F*ck...” The drunkard’s eyes lit up in surprise. He wanted to kill Frank, who handed the suitcase to Luna, raising his fists in a professional boxing pose. The drunkard was mad, regardless of the fact that he was obviously no match for Frank in te
