"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?!

himself was kowtowing and begging as soon as

trick-his

really lost everything and certainly could

Then it's

as his gaze flared with long-repressed rage.

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

wait... I have a lot of money... Oh,

everything. it's all yours! Please. I was wrong, so

Thud.

Frank loomed over

his rear, Huub started begging loudly through tears and

ignored him, however, as he seemed to

the first person who has gotten me this

and lifting him off the ground, Frank growled icily,

words, he stomped his foot on Huub's

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