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.

chief of

man was merely an overhyped figure who

this world ever capable

out his

was answered, Hando

there to report?" an unfamiliar

you?" Hando

"Turn around!"

find Frank smirking at him, his phone falling off his hand while sweat trickled

his elaborately planned assassination, but he had tracked him down and reached him

Amazing!

this good despite your

not afraid of

was at once

in the eyes should

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

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