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."

and he suddenly shot forward like a lightning bolt without

"What?!"

glare of disdain froze, caught

his arms

attack and spread his fingers,

"Kneel!"

shot out, the single strike left the

to be the strongest man

by the neck and lifted him off the ground, his

"I-I'll never tell you!"

had barely finished when Frank tapped his ribcage acupoint, shutting his respiratory vessels and leaving him purple in

median furrow acupoint, and the old man felt as if his chest was on fire, burning

but he could use it for interrogations necessary. In fact, his methods would even beat Burt Yorkman's interrogation techniques in

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