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!"

never shot you,

other tomb raiders were on their knees too, terrified that Frank

maniac, and I can see reason.

the tomb raider quickly said, terrified that Frank

know the way, so

Shirt promptly beckoned for his colleagues

other burial chambers, but there was nothing

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

body—especially when these people were not as

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

smirked, having expected that he only kept quiet

get some rest.

some resting while others hurried to Red

exhausted, so they shook him a little

jacket seemed to squirm, and

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