"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?!

begging as soon

trick-his hostages-had already been

everything and certainly could not holler

Then it's

gaze flared with long-repressed rage.

legs were made of lead, and he could not even turn

money... Oh, Droitner Inc. also has plenty

and you can have everything. it's all

Thud.

suffered a nervous breakdown as Frank loomed over him,

his rear, Huub started begging loudly through

ignored him, however, as he seemed to

gotten me

off the ground, Frank growled

words, he stomped

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