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The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1761-Frank never told anyone when he left.

However, Madfist was already waiting downstairs at the hospital like a prophet, standing beside an inconspicuous Audi parked by the curb.

Frank stared at him blankly for a moment but soon came to his senses. He moved to ride shotgun, still holding the wooden box containing the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom.

"Bralog's Droitner Building, I take it?" Madfist asked bluntly and started the car after seeing Frank nod.

As he drove, he snuck a look at Frank beside him as he said quietly, "I know what you're going to ask, and I promise to answer your questions. First of all, I can assure you that Horey Lindt is dead."

Frank's scowl eased at his words. "She's "

"My adopted daughter," Madfist answered calmly before Frank could finish. "A good friend entrusted her to my care before he died… the girl was not even ten years old at the time."

Madfist's expression seemed to soften even as he recounted the story, but he eventually shook his head. "But she was obsessed with avenging her father-unsurprisingly, she assumed a blasphemous path, and though I caught on, she had me framed for a crime I did not commit.

"That's how I ended up in Blackwater prison… But I guess that's how things were meant to be."

Pausing, Madfish flashed a silent smile as he continued. "I did not think that I'd run into her so soon after I got out… and this time, I didn't hold back." Frank could hear Madfist's voice turning hoarse as he finished, and it was clear that Madfist had struggled hard to make that choice.

As such, Frank did not press the issue, instead changing the subject. "What's that blasphemous path you speak of?"

"Heh." Madfist chuckled. "It's an old but depraved derivation of geomantics-by having a living person and corpse share a body. That's what Horey had planned to do: to use the hellspawn in her belly to fundamentally alter her own physique into something inhuman.

"That said, though she was nurturing evil inside her, the limits to her potential as well her current strength would skyrocket."

"Geomantics…."

Frank suddenly remembered Haply Hall, which was studious on the subject, and Mona Fairfax, who was said to be a prodigy in the discipline. "Don't underestimate geomantics now. If anything, I'm not surprised that the girl joined Cloudnine Sect."

Madfist said quietly as he saw Frank musing, "To my knowledge, every single member of Cloudnine Sect is a student of geomantics, and some have even pushed it to new, twisted heights. Their men would even grow to become exceedingly beautiful, even more than women." "What?!"

Frank was shocked, remembering Sienna Noirot, the vice chief of Cloudnine Sect's Hall of Flowers, just then.

Moreover, Cloudnine Sect's close allies, the Soranos, had a monopoly over Draconia's showbiz.

Frank shuddered to think that some stunning actress with a pretty face everyone saw on the silver screen might be something else…

Truly, none of the Southsea Four were really what they seemed-all Frank had observed was just the tip of the iceberg.

What lurked beneath was definitely beyond human comprehension, and even Frank's father, the Lord of the Southern Woods, could not move against them. "Now, now. I know for a fact that your father is no pushover himself."

Seeing Frank's surprised look, Madfist smiled faintly. "In fact, there exists such a curious balance eli between the Lord of the Southern Woods and Talnam that the Southsea Four would never dare to push him too far-even with all the power and influence they have."

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1762-"A curious balance…"

Frank hung his head-the phrase itself was indeed curious.

To everyone else, Frank's father, the Lord of the Southern Woods, was a hero who subdued all of Talnam by himself.

But in reality? Even Frank could not put his finger on it.

Even as he ran into a ton of trouble through the years, he had the feeling that his father was playing an elaborate game of chess. And Frank himself, as well as Silverbell, the chief of the Martial Alliance, were both just pieces in his game.

No one could tell what Godwin Lawrence and Fenton were actually up to, even as Frank was now increasingly aware that both geezers were not as down-to-earth as they looked.

While it was a pain to think about that, Frank was not bothered since he did not believe his old man would hurt him.

As such, he prepared to deal with his problems at hand instead.

Even as Madfist looked on, he took out the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom that glimmered with an eerier red hue.

After some hesitation, he peeled off one the five petals and closed his eyes as he refined the healing essence within with pure vigor.

Soon, a thumb-sized drop of crimson appeared at the center of his palm, and after some hesitation, he swallowed the extract.

There was a bang as the essence of the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom struck Frank's meridian nexus, and their Audi was sent swerving, almost hitting the guard rail.

Madfist could see in turn that Frank's cheeks were flushed, and he was sweating all over his brow.

He turned toward the wooden box in surprise, more or less realizing that Frank was holding the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom.

Horey had wanted the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom because it was pure animus in nature, which would suppress the pure anima fetus inside her.

That, or she would die soon.

Screech!

et The Audi continued to swerve left and right as pure vigor churned in Frandian nexus, even with Madfist putting both hands on the steering wheel. If it were anyone else in the driver's seat, the Audi would have crashed into a guard rail already.

"Shit! Don't you know how to drive?!" a middle-aged man in a BMW bellowed as he moved up alongside Madfist's Audi. "Exactly!"

The woman who dressed flamboyantly and sat beside the middle-aged man was snapping at Madfist too. "Don't drive if you don't know how to drive! And you're so old… What, is this a circus trick or something?!" "Guh!"

Meanwhile, Frank was clenching his teeth, but he still could not stop the flaring essence inside him.

At that moment, a shot of pure vigor was launched out of his body, hitting and bursting the tires of the BMW.

"Argh!!!" both the middle-aged man and his woman screamed, just as the remaining tires screeched.

Then, the BMW lost control and struck the right guard rail.

"I didn't know that you could be that petty." Madfist smiled at Frank in amusement, seeing that Frank was calming down.

"Phew…"

Frank was in turn breathing out turbid breath, and his eyes flashed coldly as he opened them.

One could expect nothing less from one of the best natural wonders the was just consuming a part of the Blooderane Spiritbloom, but the burns all over his skin were visibly healing. Even his withering vigor was now abundant and condensed.

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1763-Even Frank's hair, which had been burned off entirely, was growing out once more.

He was mostly healed in no time at all, but the essence of the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom was still leaking.

As such, he absorbed some of it, filling his meridian nexus to increase and solidify his pure vigor.

Naturally, the rest was wasted as he unwittingly released a burst of pure vigor.

Pursing his lips, Frank felt the loss-if he had stayed calm when he absorbed the essence of the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom, his abilities would definitely have risen to the next level.

Still, he could not be bothered, given the urgency of the situation-healing was his priority, and if he was being wasteful, it could not be helped. Still, he felt a little guilty that he had accidentally involved an average Joe as he refined the essence of the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom.

He scratched his head, embarrassed as Madfist teased him. "It's too late to turn around and apologize, huh?"

"Kiddo…"

Madfist could not help chuckling when he saw Frank's guilty face he had traveled the world for years, but it was the first time he had ever met a scion who did not hold himself above the rest.

In fact, Madfist was willing to go everywhere with Frank, even taking on the role of his chauffeur precisely because he was that affable a person. No other scion had such a virtue like him—in fact, the more important they were, the more judgmental and short-tempered they would be.

For Madfist, who was a man who had basically risen from the bottom as a humble farm boy, Frank's temperament was especially compatible with Madfist's. Otherwise, a man of his stature would not so obediently put on a security guard's uniform, even chauffeuring Frank around.

"Just remember their license plate and pay them back later," he told Frank, who nodded and remembered the face of the middle-aged man through rearview mirror. They had more important things to do at the moment and no time to waste.

While Frank and Madfist were rushing to Bralog, the city itself was itself very lively, especially with the presence of Droitner Inc. ther leading companies. There was an exhibition, in which Huub Droitner was hovering humbly around a group of foreign businesspeople.

Since Bralog was a coastal city and had a natural harbor as well, it was the east coast's most important city when it came to foreign trade. On top of that, Droitner Inc. had spent over half a year preparing for this exhibition, even renting out the exhibition hall for two weeks.

Various fabrics, porcelain objects, antiques, and even rare artifacts were among the list of items displayed.

Even as Huub gave a tour of the exhibits, he would be throwing hints to the foreign businesspeople on which items were sellable. Despite Draconia having the rule that valuable artifacts were not to be exported, Droitner Inc. was basically omnipotent in Bralog.

The reason they quickly got rich was because they could secretly conduct deals otherwise impossible for legitimate businesses.

It would be harsh to say so, but el.no Droitner Inc. was not really involved in any specific business. They completely dependent on such. shady deals with foreign businesspeople, which was why Haub wanted Helen.

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1764-Droitner Inc. was deeply in need of an actual enterprise to solidify their foothold in order for them to continue their shady dealings.

They had certainly thrived with their trades-in which they had always sneaked in some precious item.

Indeed, this exhibition was where Huub would show the foreign businesspeople various items. Should they express interest, Droitner Inc. would procure them before reselling them abroad, thereby earning a huge commission.

And now, Huub was smiling fawningly as he spoke to a blond, middle-aged businessman. "What do you think, Mr. Schneider? This vase from the middle ages is of the finest quality that Droitner Inc. has ever seen!"

The pudgy Mr. Schneider studied the vase for a long while before shaking his head and sighing.

He turned to say something to his beautiful translator, who nodded and turned to tell Huub, "Mr. Schneider is saying that the vase looks like a replica, and he's skeptical about the date."

"Hehehe…"

Huub chuckled, seemingly not surprised by the response. "Surely you can trust Magister Boran even if you don't trust me? Magister Boran himself appraised it—there's no way it's a fake."

"Mr. Boran?!"

Mr. Schneider did a double take as he blurted the name, clearly having heard of the name.

"Yes." Huub kept smiling. "In fact, we've invited him to appraise every item in this exhibition. I'm sure everyone would be confident with his vouching?" Hearing Magister Boran's name, the foreign businesspeople who were whispering among each other all nodded.

Mr. Schneider then began, "What about the price…"

"Three billion." Huub subtly held up three fingers under his sleeve and nodded for the translator to tell Mr. Schneider. "No, no, no…"

Mr. Schneider shook his head repeatedly, while his translator explained, "Mr. Schneider is hoping for more sincerity from you." Huub pursed his lips dramatically. "In that case… 2.7 billion. That's the lowest offer I can give you-can't go any lower."

As the translator told Mr. Schneider, he conferred with his friends, with some nodding, while others shook their heads.

"Mr. Schneider." Huub smiled just then. "I'm aware that Draconian vases especially antique et vases are exceedingly popular. And we're taking a huge risk here so we really can't go any lower." And with that, the translator told Mr. Schneider what Huub said, word for word.

"Hahaha! Deal!"

The foreign businesspeople conferred among themselves once again before nodding at Huub and said in crude Draconian, "Deal."

Huub laughed out loud, feeling buoyed just then.

Still, one of the foreign businesspeople strode up to Huub just as he shook hands with Mr. Schneider.

He could speak Draconian, albeit with a slight stutter, but he was mostly understandable. "Mr.

et Droitner, you've mentioned a great treasure-an herb-that would be presented later. May I ask if ready?"

it's The mention of the herb left Huub taken aback, but his grin soon broadened. "Oh, you mean the Blooderane Spiritbloom? Don't worry-that's our piece de resistance, but the price is.

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1764-Droitner Inc. was deeply in need of an actual enterprise to solidify their foothold in order for them to continue their shady dealings.

They had certainly thrived with their trades-in which they had always sneaked in some precious item.

Indeed, this exhibition was where Huub would show the foreign businesspeople various items. Should they express interest, Droitner Inc. would procure them before reselling them abroad, thereby earning a huge commission.

And now, Huub was smiling fawningly as he spoke to a blond, middle-aged businessman. "What do you think, Mr. Schneider? This vase from the middle ages is of the finest quality that Droitner Inc. has ever seen!"

The pudgy Mr. Schneider studied the vase for a long while before shaking his head and sighing.

He turned to say something to his beautiful translator, who nodded and turned to tell Huub, "Mr. Schneider is saying that the vase looks like a replica, and he's skeptical about the date."

"Hehehe…"

Huub chuckled, seemingly not surprised by the response. "Surely you can trust Magister Boran even if you don't trust me? Magister Boran himself appraised it—there's no way it's a fake."

"Mr. Boran?!"

Mr. Schneider did a double take as he blurted the name, clearly having heard of the name.

"Yes." Huub kept smiling. "In fact, we've invited him to appraise every item in this exhibition. I'm sure everyone would be confident with his vouching?" Hearing Magister Boran's name, the foreign businesspeople who were whispering among each other all nodded.

Mr. Schneider then began, "What about the price…"

"Three billion." Huub subtly held up three fingers under his sleeve and nodded for the translator to tell Mr. Schneider. "No, no, no…"

Mr. Schneider shook his head repeatedly, while his translator explained, "Mr. Schneider is hoping for more sincerity from you." Huub pursed his lips dramatically. "In that case… 2.7 billion. That's the lowest offer I can give you-can't go any lower."

As the translator told Mr. Schneider, he conferred with his friends, with some nodding, while others shook their heads.

"Mr. Schneider." Huub smiled just then. "I'm aware that Draconian vases especially antique et vases are exceedingly popular. And we're taking a huge risk here so we really can't go any lower." And with that, the translator told Mr. Schneider what Huub said, word for word.

"Hahaha! Deal!"

The foreign businesspeople conferred among themselves once again before nodding at Huub and said in crude Draconian, "Deal."

Huub laughed out loud, feeling buoyed just then.

Still, one of the foreign businesspeople strode up to Huub just as he shook hands with Mr. Schneider.

He could speak Draconian, albeit with a slight stutter, but he was mostly understandable. "Mr.

et Droitner, you've mentioned a great treasure-an herb-that would be presented later. May I ask if ready?"

it's The mention of the herb left Huub taken aback, but his grin soon broadened. "Oh, you mean the Blooderane Spiritbloom? Don't worry-that's our piece de resistance, but the price is.

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1765-"You can name any price," the foreign businessman continued in broken Draconian. "We've heard you mentioning that the effect of the herb is mystical, as it would prolong a person's lifespan.

"That's why Mr. Bozad sent me I'm sure you're aware of his reputation, so I hope you won't try to pull a con, Mr. Droitner."

"Of course." Huub looked utterly confident. "Mr. Bozad has my assurance that should the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom not work as intended, Droitner Inc. has no qualms going down as punishment."

The foreign businessman nodded in satisfaction, while Huub turned to the other foreign businesspeople. "Esteemed guests, the tour of the exhibition is now over. You may rest at the lodgings I've arranged for you please look forward to Droitner Inc.'s presentation of our new exhibition items tomorrow."

Huub stood in the exhibition hall, watching as the foreign businesspeople left, his eyes flashing coldly.

"Come here." He snapped his fingers.

A goon arrived, bowing respectfully. "Yes, Mr. Droitner?"

"Send someone to Zamri and pressure Helen Lane. Make her force Frank Lawrence to give up the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom. If they don't answer, we will have that brat serve those perverted geezers tonight."

"Yes, Mr. Droitner." The goon nodded and left.

Huub then turned back toward the foreign businesspeople, chuckling coolly. "Magister Boran? Hah! None of you fools would expect that I just made that up."

He returned to his coastal mansion an hour later, with several pretty faces dressed in risque lingerie waiting by his bed.

While he put on his pajamas, ready to relish in the pleasures of debauchery, his phone on the table rang.

He quickly answered, "Yes, Grandpa?"

His grandfather, Paul Droitner, was the current CEO of Droitner Inc. "How did things go with those foreigners?"

Huub laughed coolly as he stroked the thighs of the lady beside him "They're staying at Windy Moor now, and they couldn't see through the replicas at the exhibition." "Good."

Paul nodded, pausing before saying quietly, "My boy, you need to be careful. It's fine if you're just tricking a couple of foreign businesspeople, but do not try to play Yohan Bozad. Got it? The man is dying, but he's still a powerful man abroad, and his influence extends across nations. "On top of that, he has hundreds of men who would prove to be a match even against Draconia's martial elites. Such a man is not to be made light of." "I know." Huub grinned. "Don't worry, Grandpa-I'll definitely get my hands on the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom."

"Then I'm relieved. You're my only worthy successor in Droitner Inc., my boy."

With those words, Paul hung up.

On the other hand, Huub was still holding his phone as he looked out to the sea beyond the glass wall.

"Oh, Helen…" He grinned in anticipation. "Let's hope you'll all know your place, or you can't blame me for being cruel!"

Even as he remembered Helen's voluptuous figure and her lofty demeanor, he turned to look at the three pretty faces clinging to him.

Immediately finding them a class beneath Helen, Huub actually felt disinterested just then.

"You'll be mine soon, Helen! I'll watch of the w you break down in tears and begrat my feet! he snapped, throwing one e women on the bed as if venting his frustration, leaving her gasping… The night soon passed, and Madfist arrived at Bralog the next day after driving through the night without sleep or breaks.

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As soon as Frank and Madfist arrived in Bralog, they were greeted by the billboards and roadside banners. Every single one welcomed the arrival of foreign guests to an exhibition of Draconia's culture, with Droitner Inc. being specified as the chief sponsor.

Frank smiled-what a coincidence, as this really spared him from having to search for them.

He asked a random pedestrian about the location and headed over right away.

In Frank's mind, Huub was a dead man, as Frank would make him pay for all the atrocities he had committed in Zamri.

Meanwhile, Huub was stirring in bed when he received a call from one of his goons. "Mr. Droitner, we've received word from Lanecorp that Frank Lawrence is heading to Bralog with the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom."

"What?!" Huub was more delighted than surprised, and he laughed heartily. "I'm actually shocked… he's bringing it straight to me! Oh, what sincerity!" However, his goon was instead concerned. "But don't you think it might be a trap, sir?"

"A trap?"

Huub chuckled coolly. "And how many people did Lanecorp send?"

"Just two… Frank Lawrence and an old chauffeur, and I think that's because Frank is too hurt to drive."

Huub could not help laughing again. "And you call that a trap? An old chauffeur and a man too hurt to drive?" "Oh…"

The goon trailed off awkwardly, as what Huub said made perfect sense.

However, the goon had also sensed something unusual about Helen's attitude when he contacted Lanecorp yesterday.

She was calm-almost eerily so, even though the goon was basically threatening them to surrender the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom.

She did not sound frustrated at all and sounded so aloof, as if she was merely a bystander.

The goon then said, "Mr. Droitner, Ms. Lane also asked me to pass on a message."

"What is it?" Huub's smile stiffened a little.

"She said… She believes in Frank Lawrence."

"She believes in Frank Lawrence?""

Huub frowned as he wondered what that meant, but even after a longe while he decided that Helen on mean that literally. Coher only mean that literally. Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org It was clear that she had changed her mind, as she believed Frank did not steal the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom, and that she was now convinced that Huub had brought a fake Bloodcrane Spiritbloom to trick her. Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org swn However, that was already besides the point now, as Huub now had hostages.

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what else could she do, aside from bringing the real Bloodcrane vel?

Spiritbloom in exchange for the hostages? Content belongs to Huub was not worried at all and merely called up a few martial elites just in case.

One of them was Renard Zitch, who was with Huub during the raid at Cologne Court, beating both Kat Yego and Mona Fairfax. With Renard's protection, Huub believed himself invincible.

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"What's on your mind, kid?"

Meanwhile, both Frank and Madfist had arrived at the exhibition hall.

It was not congested, but there was a crowd nheless, with many foreigners among them.

Droitner Inc.'s goons and bodyguards were on hand to take care of security. One could easily spot them from their uniforms, which all had a large 'D' pin on their lapels.

Frank was riding shotgun and thought about it before answering, "Thanks to the information we've gathered, the exhibition lasts a week, and Huub will be present every day. So, I'll stay here and deal with him."

Pausing, he turned toward Madfist and added, "As for the hostages… I'm afraid I'd have to trouble you."

As a veteran martial artist, Madfist had no arguments against that.

However, he was frowning. "I have no problems with splitting up, but do you know where the hostages are?"

"That's easy."

Frank alighted, and as Madfist looked on, he walked straight toward one of the Droitner Inc. bodyguards.

He said something to the bodyguard and somehow lured him to their car.

Then, when the bodyguard started to try peeking through the window, Frank knocked him unconscious with the side of his palm and shoved him into the backseat while no one was watching.

Madfist raised a brow. "And this man is…?"

Frank shrugged. "A Droitner Inc. bodyguard. He should know where Huub Droitner lives, and Huub should be keeping his hostages there or nearby." "But what if they're not there?" Madfist asked, skeptical.

"Don't woey. They'll be there-I know it," Frank said and smacked the roof before heading into the vel exhibition hall.

to Seeing that Frank was still hiding things from him, Madfist shook his head exasperatedly.

However, he was not aware that Frank received the tip from Juno Enigma.Property belongs to

They were on the way to Bralog when Juno texted him: [The hostages are in Huub Droitner's mansion.] Frank had no idea how she knew or predicted it, but he believed it since her information was always reliable. However, he also came to realize why his father was always aware of where he was and what he was doing. After all, Juno was Talnamese, and Madfist had just told Frank that his father had a curious relationship with Talnam. Frank had no doubt that they most likely had a deal.

Following the crowd heading into the Draconian artifacts, though mehet On hall, he found ma of it were replicas. Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org While he was studying some of the exhibits closely, he suddenly noticed a commotion at the entrance.

He looked up to find Huub looking sharp in his suit just like an elite nět member of society, with a group of foreign businesspersons in tow. Content belongs to Frank narrowed his eyes, resisting the impulse to kill Huub on the spot and instead blending into the crowd. He then texted Madfist: [Go.] After all, Huub being here meant that his mansion would be unguarded, and Madfist could make his move. And having received Frank's message, Madfist poked the unconscious bodyguard between the brows.

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As the bodyguard slowly stirred, the first thing he saw was Madfist's kindly, if scrawny face.

"You're…"

He was still dazed at first, before he smacked himself in the head.

Then, scrambling to whip out his phone, he cried, "Wait! Someone just said they saw Frank Lawrence. I need to tell Mr. Droitner…"

"Kid."

Madfist held up his phone, chuckling. "You suddenly passed out, and you broke your phone when you dropped it." "What?!" The bodyguard stared blankly as he took back his phone and saw the hairline cracks all over the screen. "Well, how about this, kiddo?" Madfist smiled. "I'll take you where you'd like to go—although you're paying me a fare." The bodyguard did a double take, but he soon smiled gratefully, almost wondering why Madfist was so oddly nice. "Well… Thank you very much! I need to tell Mr. Droitner that Frank Lawrence is at the exhibition hall right away…"

He then mused to himself for a moment before looking up and exclaiming, "Why don't you take me to Mr. Droitner's coastal mansion? I'll pay you a hundred… No, two hundred!"

"Two hundred? Deal!"

Madfist chuckled. "But I have no idea where that is, so you'll have to give me directions!"

"No problem-just drive, I'm really in a rush here," the bodyguard urged anxiously.

Madfist was actually surprised that the young man fell for it so easily were youths so gullible these days?

He was simply unaware that Huub had made sure that every Droitner Inc. bodyguard must go to him right away should they find Frank.

On top of that, the first one who did so would be rewarded handsomely, which was why this bodyguard was so anxious to meet Huub, even refusing to tell his colleagues.

It was naturally a precautionary step that Huub took to stop Frank from springing any surprises on him. But through sheer coincidence, Frank had managed to deceive this bodyguard, who had neve Frank before, and he in turn led Madfist to Huub's turn led ke to get his reward. Content belongs to Along the way, the young bodyguard even made some small talk with Madfist, who in turn found out that the bodyguard's name was Johnny and that it was his first day on the job Content belongs to His family was not really rich, and he had a younger brother attending university, which was why he was eager to get Huub's reward.

Half an hour later, they arrived at Huub's coastal mansion.

Johnny alighted excitedly to get his reward, only for the bodyguards standing outside to stop him. "What are you doing here?! You're not allowed in here!"

"I found Frank Lawrence!" Johnny exclaimed urgently. "I came to tell Mr. Droitner!"

"Tell Mr. Droitner?"

The bodyguards were taken aback before frowning in confusion. "M Droitner has already left for the exhibition hall! And couldn't you call if you saw Frank Lawrence?!

"Uh… My phone broke," Johnny explained, scratching his head and sighing in frustration. "Ugh. I rushed here, but I'm still too late."

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The two bodyguards could immediately tell what Johnny wanted, and one of them pursed his lips. "Just go. I will tell Mr. Droitner that Frank Lawrence showed up-don't worry, no one will steal your reward."

"Thanks, bro!" Johnny was delighted and kept bowing at the bodyguard, who only waved him off and said nothing.

However, just as he was about to turn and leave, he found himself staring at the old driver's face as he quietly stood behind him.

"Woah!"

Johnny flinched at the sight. "Oh, you scared me, sir! What are you still doing here? Wait, this is good. You can give me a ride back."

Madfist merely chuckled and shook his head.

"What, do you want more money?"

Johnny frowned, a little annoyed. "I just gave you two hundred. Isn't that enough for a round trip?"

"No, kid." Madfist chuckled. "I just don't have the time to drive you because I have other things to do."

Johnny was left drawing a blank. "Other things?"

"Yes. Other things."

The old man smiled and slowly walked up to the two bodyguards. Then, as they watched in confusion, he suddenly moved at lightning speed, grabbing both men by the throats and slamming them to the ground!

"What?!"

Johnny was left dumbstruck, just as Madfist chuckled. "Hehehe… Thanks, young man. I really wouldn't have found Huub Droitner's home if not for you."

"You… Traitor!"

One of the bodyguard's cheeks went flush as Madfist's fingers tightened around his throat, looking at once furious and shocked even as he reached a hand toward Johnny.

"Traitor…? No, I'm not a traitor!"

However, Johnny was left petrified by the sight before him, unsure of what he could do.

He was only jolted to his senses through sheer terror when he heard one of the bodyguards' necks snap audibly.

He also suddenly remembered something else.

Earlier, his team leader had told him that Frank had an old man wearing a security guard uniform with him.Material

After that, just before Johnny et passed out, there was this young man who approached him, saying he had met someone calling himself Frank Lawrence. Content belongs toEven as Johnny found himself sweating profusely, he realized that the young man was Frank Lawrence himself!

"Don't worry, kiddo. You're not going to die." Madfist chuckled at Johnny just then.

However, his gaze turned icy as he turned toward the bodyguard he was choking with his left hand, who appeared utterly terrified. "But I can't say the same about you." "W-What do you want?!"

The bodyguard was shaking after seeing how his colleague had just died, stopping short of wetting himself on the spot.

The old man was smiling amicably, but he was truly vicious, snapping a man's neck without warning!

As such, the remaining bodyguard was genuinely terrified of being next.

"Take me to the hostages!" Madfist bellowed just then.

"The hostages?!"

Theard flinched when he heard and shook his head repeatedly. "N-No… I don't anything about hostages… Content belongs to en.kikistoriese Madfist sighed, because the bodyguard obviously knew.

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When the bodyguard heard the word 'hostages', his pupils dilated, revealing his thoughts.

For a veteran martial artist like Madfist, that could well be an admission.

He was now clearly stubbornly refusing to speak, and the panic on his face was from fear of reprisals.

Hence, Madfist eased his grip around his neck and gently coaxed, "You know about the hostages and where they are, but you can't talk. After all, you'd be made to suffer if you betray Droitner Inc., right?"

The bodyguard gulped and nodded slightly, even as Madfist still held his neck.

"But have you thought about it this way…?"

Madfist grinned. "That you'd suffer anyway if you don't talk?"

"Huh?!"

The bodyguard's eyes widened at Madfist's threat, even as Madfist held up two fingers right in front of his eyes.

Then, even as Madfist kept laughing, he breathed a sinister threat that would leave anyone flinching. "I will first gouge out your eyes and feed them to you, then crush your groin under my foot. After that, I will pry off your fingers, one by one…"

The bodyguard felt a chill down his spine.

Looking at this dead colleague just next to them, he would not be surprised if the old man really did it!

"Naturally…"

Madfist chuckled. "If you're going to be honest, I'll just knock you out without killing you. That way, you don't know anything, and you'd be innocent even if Huub Droitner asks, right?"

The bodyguard nodded repeatedly, wheezing as his mental fortitude crumbled, "T-They're in the basement! I once saw the secret mechanisms under the desk, which opens a secret passage… It's guarded by several martial elites too!"

"Hehe. Good." Madfist chuckled.

Even as the bodyguard looked at him, desperate to survive, he clenched his fingers.

Crunch!

With that, another neck snapped audibly.

"Argh!"

In the distance, Johnny's legs buckled as he dropped in sheer terror in the distance.

His sanity almost crumbled-never could he have expected that the first day on the job meant running straight into a smiling reaper!

In fact, even as his brain commanded his body repeatedly to flee, his legs had gone totally limp, and he could not even stand. "Phew…"

Madfist sighed as he got to his feet. "Kid, I'll spare your life, seeing that you've led me here-but don't stay as Droitner Inc.'s lapdog from now on, do you understand? Though Droitner Inc. would probably be gone by the end of the day." "Droitner Inc.? Gone from Bralog?"

Madfist's words certainly left Johnny thunderstruck.

Despite just getting the job, he knew how powerful Droitner Inc. was in Bralog Even if they were not an actual business, no one would doubt their stature. But to destroy them…

While Johnny's first thought would be that the idea was ridiculous, did the geezer just suggest that he and the youth named Frank Lawrence would bring about the fall of Droitner Ine? Content belongs to Was that even possible, with just the two of them?

Nheless, as Johnny looked at the two corpses on the floor, he was once again struck by terror, and he more or less believed the geezer just then.