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."

flashed, and he suddenly shot forward like a lightning bolt without a word, reappearing right in

"What?!"

disdain froze, caught in disbelief by

promptly raised his arms to block

and spread his fingers,

"Kneel!"

the single strike left the old man coughing blood

had to be

had grabbed him by the neck and lifted him off the ground, his expression impassive as he demanded, "Where is Hubert

"I-I'll never tell you!"

Frank tapped his ribcage acupoint, shutting his respiratory vessels and leaving him

tapped his median furrow acupoint, and the old man felt

In fact, his methods would even beat Burt Yorkman's interrogation techniques in terms of

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