"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

"Strut, you say?"

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

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

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

am?" Huub shrugged and

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

the geezer viciously in the hip,

left the shoplet,

he said, getting into his Lincoln and

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

life," the goon replied respectfully, wiping the

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

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