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

merely an overhyped

was no one in this world ever capable

whipped out his phone and

his call was answered, Hando snapped, "Why

What is there to

you?" Hando frowned-did

"Turn around!"

phone falling off his hand while sweat

his elaborately planned assassination, but he

Amazing!

despite your

afraid

at

directly in the eyes

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

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