Having never met Frank before and unaware of his personality, Red Shirt was genuinely concerned about reprisals.

Taking his gun back from the woman, he nudged her. "Apologize already!"

However, the woman was petrified and did not move, leaving Red Shirt fuming.

He pulled her toward Frank, kowtowing in apology. "We never knew that you're a superior being, and we really meant no offense! Please look the other way this one time!"

Frank smiled in wry amusement. "What did you just call me?"

"A superior being? Or just a god, if you like! I mean, aren't you one? Even bullets can't touch you!"

Frank chuckled in exasperation. "Shagan really fell from grace, huh? Ascendant- ranked individuals can handle bullets, let alone a plain handgun like that one. Don't worry I can be ruthless, but I won't kill a woman. I did goad her into shooting anyway."

Red Shirt sighed in relief. "Fair enough..."

"Wait!"

too! We never shot you, so just let

were on their knees

chuckled, "I'm not a bloodthirsty maniac, and I can see reason. Just

will cooperate!" the tomb raider quickly said, terrified that Frank would kill them if

know the way,

for his colleagues to

they continued ahead, they came across several other burial chambers, but there was nothing special about them and mostly the same as the

tomb raiders were starting to feel tired as they trudged on for a

was not superior over the body—especially when these people

Shirt's eyes rolled up, and he dropped down to

kept

get some rest.

resting while others hurried to

exhausted, so they shook him

seemed to squirm, and they opened it to find that it was crawling with

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