"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!"

but the panic in his eyes betrayed his

"Strut, you say?"

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

flower on the table. "I was going to pay you five hundred bucks for your troubles, but

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

I am?" Huub shrugged

having found out what he should do now from

he kicked the geezer

chuckled as he left the

he said, getting into his Lincoln and pouring himself a glass

geezer screamed endlessly back at the shoplet until Huub's goon stepped out, his face covered

goon replied

here." Huub smiled as he raised the car window. "Get on. We're going to an antique

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