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, so just let

on their knees too, terrified that Frank could

maniac, and I can see reason. Just try to cooperate, and I might spare

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

y'all know the way, so take

for his

burial chambers, but there was nothing special about

they trudged on for a while. However, they were too

superior over the body—especially when these people were not as strong

Shirt's eyes rolled up, and

having expected that he only kept

down and get some rest. And go

resting while others hurried to Red

the impression that he was just exhausted, so they shook him a little and

jacket seemed to squirm, and they opened

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