"What?!"

Huub felt a chill running down his spine, seeing that the hostages were free.

He also spotted the seemingly unassuming geezer in the photo, his eyes widening in realization.

He remembered his goon reporting that Frank had come to Bralog with another man, which was that geezer in the photo.

"What... Did that old man take down all the martial elites in my basement and save the hostages?!"

The geezer looked like an elderly security guard at best, but he turned out to be a martial elite as well?!

Putting away his phone, Frank smiled at Huub. "So, Mr. Droitner, are you going to pull any more tricks?" "I..."

Huub was stumped, because he was really out of options now.

Physical strength?

Frank had already pulverized his greatest martial elite.

Connections?!

as soon

his only trick-his

really lost everything and certainly could not

Then it's

long-repressed rage. "I have to admit, Mr. Droitner... You're

his legs were made of

money... Oh, Droitner Inc. also

you can have everything. it's all yours! Please. I was wrong, so just spare

Thud.

nervous breakdown as Frank loomed

rear, Huub started begging loudly through tears

completely ignored him, however, as he seemed

gotten me this furious since my

the collar and lifting him off the ground, Frank growled icily,

those words, he stomped

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