"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?"

"All of Zamri would soon be beneath my feet-pawns like

table. "I was going to pay you five hundred bucks for your troubles, but since you don't know what's

in disbelief as he looked on. "Are you stealing

I am?"

as he watched Huub leave, having found out what he

kicked the geezer viciously in the hip,

chuckled as he left the

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

until Huub's goon stepped out, his face covered in blood. "Is he dead?" Huub smiled in

barely clinging to life," the goon replied respectfully, wiping the blood off

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

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