With Frank's abilities, killing the man could not have been easier.

The reason he would hesitate must be because he had other ideas.

Frank then nodded. "I can see that you're not like most killers... You're just something of a nut for martial arts! I dislike torturing people like you, so as long as you cooperate and change your ways, I can spare you!"

The man smiled in wry amusement-was this not torture?

Frank had already crushed the philosophy he worshiped for decades, and average Joes were no different from an ant against him.

"How should I cooperate?" he asked nonetheless, as his instincts screamed at him that he would be dead if he did not.

Obsessing over martial arts? Becoming the world's greatest? Such ambitions were really pointless in this man's presence, because the only one that was relevant now was the primal instinct to survive!

"Take me to your client."

"Okay!" The driver did not dare to argue and promptly took Frank to the distance.

Meanwhile, at the penthouse suite of a certain hotel in Cronde, a middle-aged man wearing a high collar suit lit himself a cigar, taking a puff before breathing out a circle of smoke.

so-called chief of

way Hando saw it, the man was merely an overhyped figure who

Why was no one in this world ever capable of making things interesting

whipped out his

Hando

What is there to report?" an unfamiliar voice replied

are you?" Hando frowned-did his

"Turn around!"

falling off his hand while sweat trickled down his

elaborately planned assassination, but he had tracked him down and reached him without

Amazing!

you're this good despite your age. I've really

afraid

at once

looked at him directly in the eyes should feel fear, no matter who they

while Hando dropped his phone, Frank could see that the pride ingrained in his

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