If Frank wanted to succeed Governor Quill, he had proven that he was more qualified than Saul in terms of individual strength. "Ahem, ahem..." A frail cough could be heard from the crater.

Then, as Alba looked on in shock, Saul, covered in dust and his face drenched in blood, slowly crawled out of the crater.

His miserable self was certainly a stark contrast to Frank, who remained squeaky clean.

As Frank strode up, looking down at the winded Saul, he asked, "How does it feel to trip over an obstacle?"

While Saul's limbs were intact and appeared almost unscathed in appearance, most of his meridians had snapped, and he would not recover without long term recovery.

His cheeks clenched at Frank's cold question, but he eventually hung his head.

"Y-You win..."

even as he

"What the hell..."

left dumbstruck in the distance-it was the first time he

yielded, despite all his

confess to your crimes. That might just save your life... or feel free to try your luck." Frank shook his

Saul was doing was keeping his head near the floor

bothered to waste started to toward

from Saul, Saul leapt toward

"Die!" Saul shrieked maniacally.

prone and surrendered earlier just

Quill, how could he admit that he had lost

if he was beaten, he was not about to give up the governor position that he had coveted

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