Later.

"Here's Room 106. You can stay here."

After getting Kiki settled in his mansion, Frank mused to himself before striding outside.

A limousine slowly emerged out of the dark road, stopping in front of him.

Frank stood there and sighed. "It seems that Hubert Sorano is really bent on dying.”

"Brat, did you think you could come out unscathed after challenging the Soranos?!" an elderly black-clad man with a gray beard bellowed as he alighted, glaring at Frank haughtily. "You'll pay for your impudence!”

"And you'll pay for your ignorance," Frank calmly retorted.

The old man glowered but soon laughed. "Some weaning brat like you threatening me? Who do you think you are?"

"Funny. I could say the same, geezer."

shot forward like a lightning bolt without a

"What?!"

of disdain froze, caught in disbelief by

arms to block Frank's oncoming

split second, Frank switched his attack and spread his fingers, smacking the old man

"Kneel!"

vigor purified as it shot out, the single strike left the old man coughing blood and dropping

be the strongest man he

neck and lifted him off the ground, his expression impassive as he

"I-I'll never tell you!"

when Frank tapped his ribcage acupoint, shutting his respiratory

tapped his median furrow acupoint, and the old man felt

could use it for interrogations necessary. In fact, his methods would even beat Burt Yorkman's interrogation techniques in terms of effectiveness and

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