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..."

decade even as he spoke, his ashen hair seemingly whitening

"What the hell..."

the first time he

he yielded, despite

to your crimes. That might just save your life... or feel free to try your luck." Frank shook his head in disappointment,

his head near the floor without agreeing to Frank's

his further time on Saul ande Frank was not bothered to waste

away from Saul, Saul leapt

"Die!" Saul shrieked maniacally.

prone and surrendered earlier just for this

Quill, how could he admit that

to give

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