Chapter 364

Frank nodded. “I do. Now show me your badge–I’d like to see what government department actually runs a protection racket.”

“Badge?” Dee frowned.

He did not have a badge and certainly did not belong to any department–he simply brought a bunch of goons around to build a protection racket.

“Give it a rest!” he snapped at Frank. “Pay up, or I’ll make you!”

Frank shrugged. “I’m not paying if I don’t see a badge.

“Shit, I gave you a chance.” Dee did not want to waste his breath either. “Get him!”

At his order, his goons rushed at Frank.

The crowd around them cleared the way, while the stall owners hurriedly moved their merchandise further back in case they became collateral.

Frank, however, watched in disdain at the goons rushing at him.

He raised his palm, striking the first to reach him on the chin and sending him flying over ten feet!

The other three goons pale and traded glances but charged at Frank at once.

Frank did not even move his feet as he slapped each of them once in turn.

As the goons all collapsed to the floor, crying for their moms, everyone around them was actually caught by surprise that the skinny kid was that good!

“Fuck…” Zeb growled through his teeth–Dee’s goons were such pushovers!

“Shit!” Dee frowned, caught off guard by Frank’s strength. “How dare you hurt my boys! You’re dead meat!”

He promptly whipped out his phone to call more of his people, which delighted Zeb.

“Dee, it’s not just your boys–he’s humiliating you!” He goaded them. “Call everyone and straighten him out!”

The bystanders nearby quickly told Frank in turn, “Kid, you really should go. Dee has over a dozen boys at his beck and call…”

Frank laughed coldly–a dozen? Really?

He did not give a damn even when it was Flying Sword Sect, and that lot had over hundreds of apprentices!

“Has that brat always been collecting protection money here?” he asked instead.

“Well, yeah…”

Frank nodded. “No one will, from now on.”

The crowd was stunned.

Did that mean he was going to fight Dee to the bitter end?

“Keep talking tough, Frank Lawrence!” Zeb shot him a look of disdain.

Dee’s other goons soon arrived, and Dee was once again shouting pompously at Frank, “Get down on your knees and beg, boy! I just might spare you!”

Frank folded his arms before his chest with a look of contempt. “Funny. That’s what I was gonna say to you.

“Fuck you! Get him!” Dee bellowed, and his goons charged at Frank again…..

“Stop!” A loud bellow suddenly resounded.

Everyone was stunned to see a man in a suit stepping out from the crowd, with a bodyguard wearing shades in tow.

“Mr. Lawrence? What happened here?” the man asked.