"I refuse!"

The geezer remained determined.

"Hmph."

Huub snorted at his stubbornness and stepped aside.

His goon caught his cue right then.

He was naturally a powerful martial artist-that was how he got the job.

He strode forward right then and lifted the geezer off the ground, his face inches away from the geezer's as he growled threateningly, "Do you know who you're trying to con here? This is Huub Droitner of Bralog's Droitner Incorporated! It seems that you're really asking for it!"

"D-Droitner Incorporated? So what? T-This is Zamri, not Bralog! You don't get to strut here!"

goon's threat, but the panic

"Strut, you say?"

soon be beneath my feet-pawns

the fake flower on the table. "I was going to pay you five hundred

disbelief as he looked on. "Are you stealing from me?!

what if I am?" Huub

he watched Huub leave, having found out what he should

geezer to the floor, he kicked the geezer viciously in the hip,

chuckled as he left the shoplet, his eyes

said, getting into his Lincoln and

back at the shoplet until Huub's goon stepped out, his face covered in blood. "Is he dead?" Huub

life," the goon replied respectfully, wiping

business here." Huub smiled as

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