"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 his eyes

"Strut, you say?"

nearby. "All of Zamri would soon

he snatched the fake flower on the table. "I was going to pay you five hundred bucks for your troubles, but since

as he looked on. "Are

I am?" Huub shrugged and

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

he kicked the

he left the shoplet, his

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

out, his face covered in blood. "Is he dead?" Huub

to life," the goon replied respectfully, wiping

We shouldn't kill on a whim since I intend to extend my business here." Huub smiled as he raised the

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