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!"

innocent too! We never shot you,

tomb raiders were on their knees too, terrified that

chuckled, "I'm not a bloodthirsty maniac, and I can see reason. Just try to cooperate, and I might spare your

will cooperate!" the tomb raider quickly said, terrified

y'all know the

Shirt promptly beckoned for his colleagues to

there was nothing special about them

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

the body—especially when these

physical tolket Hence, as they continued, Red Shirt's

that he only kept

and get some rest. And go check on

some resting

he was just exhausted, so they shook him a little and force fed

around when his jacket seemed to squirm, and they opened it to find

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