"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 as

only trick-his hostages-had

everything and certainly

Then it's

faded, as his gaze flared with long-repressed rage. "I have to admit, Mr.

in, Huub felt like his legs were made of lead, and

a lot of money... Oh, Droitner

have everything. it's all yours! Please. I was wrong, so just spare me... Don't

Thud.

Frank loomed

Huub started begging

ignored him, however, as he seemed to be

person who has gotten me

lifting him off the ground, Frank growled

he stomped his foot on

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