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..."

a decade even as he spoke, his

"What the hell..."

distance-it was the first time he had ever seen Saul submit to anyone,

despite all

quietly, "I won't kill you because you're Grandfather's son. You will now cuff yourself, kneel outside the gates of Quill Manor, and confess to your crimes. That might just save your life... or feel free to try your

doing was keeping his head

to waste started to

turned his attention away from Saul, Saul

"Die!" Saul shrieked maniacally.

surrendered

could he admit that he had lost

about to give up the governor position that he

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