"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 as Frank's maternal grandfather

his only trick-his hostages-had already been

and certainly could not

it's

long-repressed rage. "I

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

money... Oh, Droitner Inc. also has

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

Thud.

Frank loomed over

his rear, Huub started begging loudly through tears

him, however, as he

has gotten

him off the ground, Frank growled icily, "So don't worry. I'm not going to

he stomped his foot

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