"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?!

kowtowing and begging as soon as Frank's

his only trick-his hostages-had already been

and certainly could not

it's

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

like his legs were made of

of money... Oh, Droitner Inc. also

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

Thud.

a nervous breakdown as Frank loomed over him, his

his rear, Huub started begging

completely ignored him, however, as he seemed to be talking to

gotten

growled icily, "So don't worry. I'm not going to let

stomped his

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