"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!"

despite the goon's threat, but the panic in his eyes betrayed

"Strut, you say?"

soon

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

on. "Are you stealing from me?!

am?" Huub shrugged

having found out what he should do now from the look Huub gave

geezer to the floor, he kicked the geezer viciously in

as he left the shoplet, his

I need now," he said, getting into his Lincoln and pouring

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

goon

extend my business here." Huub smiled as he raised the car window.

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