Chapter 774

"Dad!" Kat's face fell, but she was restrained again before she could jump toward Cid. "Fucking geezer! Are you threatening me?!" Cid was still traumatized as he touched his neck and felt blood, though his fear soon turned to rage. "You should be honored I'm fucking your daughter, but you had to threaten me, huh?! Cut him!" A goon strode up, aiming his machete at Nash's arm even as he lay prone on the floor, completely helpless. "Dad!" Kat screamed. Clang! Just as everyone thought Nash's arm was going to be cut off, the goon doing it was left staring at hand holding his machete in place. He was certainly stunned—the machete was not budging no matter how he moved, and why was the hand holding the blade not bleeding?! Everyone was left staring in disbelief at Frank—naturally, he was the one holding the machete. "That's enough," he growled. Having completed Birthright, even bullets would not pierce his projected pure vigor, let alone a machete. "H-How dare you!" Cid bellowed,