"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

"Strut, you say?"

soon be beneath my feet-pawns like you would never

you five hundred

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

am?" Huub

sneered as he watched Huub leave, having found out what he

the geezer viciously in the hip,

he left the

I have everything I need now," he said, getting into his Lincoln and pouring himself a glass

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

sir. He's barely clinging to life," the goon replied respectfully, wiping the

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

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