"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 his

"Strut, you say?"

"All of Zamri would soon be beneath

pay you five hundred bucks for your troubles, but since you don't know what's good for you, you're not getting shit!"

in disbelief as he looked on. "Are you stealing from

am?" Huub shrugged and

as he watched Huub leave, having found out what he should do now from the look Huub gave

geezer to the floor, he kicked the geezer viciously

as he left the shoplet, his eyes flashing

everything I need now," he said, getting into his

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

goon

a whim since I intend to extend my business here." Huub smiled as he raised the car window. "Get on.

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