"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 in his eyes betrayed

"Strut, you say?"

chuckled coolly nearby. "All of Zamri would soon be beneath my feet-pawns like you would

you five hundred bucks for your troubles, but since you don't know what's good for

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

am?"

leave, having found out what he should do now from the

floor, he kicked the

the shoplet, his eyes flashing with cold

he said, getting into his Lincoln and pouring

geezer screamed endlessly back at the shoplet until Huub's goon stepped out, his face covered in blood. "Is

He's barely clinging to life," the goon replied respectfully, wiping the blood

intend to extend my business here." Huub smiled as he raised the car window. "Get on. We're going to

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