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 us

tomb raiders were on their knees too, terrified

I can see

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

nodded. "I'm sure y'all know the

Shirt promptly beckoned for his colleagues

ahead, they came across several other burial chambers, but there was

reason, the tomb raiders were starting to feel tired as they trudged on for a while. However, they were too worried about upsetting Frank if they

superior over the body—especially when

tolket Hence, as they continued, Red Shirt's eyes rolled up, and he dropped down

kept quiet because he wanted to punish these

rest. And go

with some resting while others hurried to

shook him a

and they opened it

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