Chapter 2502

Chale had handpicked over twenty martial elites for his entourage, but they did not even last one hit against Frank! In fact, they were all lying around, groaning and moaning in pain—almost no different from the poachers Frank killed. Was this what the real champions were like—that all things bent to his will?! "Who are you, really?" Chale blurted. Frank smiled. "Just an ordinary man!" Chale smiled in wry amusement—an ordinary man? If he really was one, no one could even claim themselves a martial artist! "A bet's a bet," Hana said just then. "So, are you letting him audit your clique?" Chale frowned nonetheless. "I don't get it. Why do you insist on letting in an outsider? If he takes over our Zephyr Hall and reduces you to a figurehead, what are we supposed to do?" Hana snorted in annoyance. "Quit being so full of yourself! If you really know him, you'd actually know why I'm letting him take the reins! His Mystic Sky Guild is way more terrifying than us too, so he wouldn't