"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!"

the goon's threat, but

"Strut, you say?"

would soon be beneath my feet-pawns like you would never

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

geezer exclaimed in disbelief as he looked on.

I am?" Huub

goon sneered as he watched Huub leave, having found out

to the floor, he kicked the geezer viciously in the hip,

left the shoplet, his eyes flashing

everything I need now," he said, getting

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

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

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