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For some reason, Johnny stood spacing out for a long while after Madfist entered Huub's coastal mansion.

Also, for some reason, he then followed Madfist inside, either to judge or as a spectator to see if Madfist and the youth named Frank Lawrence had what it took to bring down Droitner Inc.

For his part, Madfist was not concerned.

Even as he entered the mansion, the old man was still grinning broadly-it was a ruse, so that the mansion's security guards would lower their guard. And the instant they did, Madfist would move, swift as lightning and killing with a single strike.

Even as the security guards died without knowing what had hit them, Madfist continued to strut, heading right into Huub's study and finding the button under his desk.

Beep.

The bookshelf behind Madfist opened with a jingle, revealing a staircase leading to the basement.

His eyes turned sharp right then, as he sensed the presence of several martial elites.

It was clear that Droitner Inc. really had what it took to establish themselves in Bralog's underbelly.

However, Madfist was not at all concerned-no one could stop him as long as he was not up against the grandmasters in the top sects.

Pausing, he quietly told Johnny who stood behind him, "You don't have to come along for this. There's going to be a bloodbath, and you'd get caught in it if you follow."

And with those words, Madfish slowly walked downstairs, his hands clasped behind his back.

On the other hand, Johnny stood at the study, hesitating for a moment but ultimately waiting outside the study instead of following the old man.

His head was blank and he was unsure what he was doing, but his instincts were simply telling him to stay.

It was perhaps curiosity or perhaps what Madfist did that invoked his earnest envy.

"Is he a martial elite Rocky spoke of?" he muttered to himself blankly. "If only I could be one too…"

Frank was not idling while Madfist attacked the coastal mansion alone.

He had blended in the crowd at the exhibit hall while tailing Huub, who was introducing a certain painting to a group of foreign businesspeople .n "Everyone, this painting is the personal work of a celebrated artist from the middle ages. I know that most of you wouldn't know much about Draconia's history, but what if I told you that it was once sold for 1.5 billion dollars?" C "1.5 billion?!"

While the foreign businesspeople gasped in shock, Frank studied the painting Huub was referring too, his eyes narrowing into a sneer.

He had already seen it earlier-it was a fake.

"Everyone…"

Huub continued to tempt the foreign businesspeople eloquently. "I can understand that the artist might be obscure to you, but if you take a look here…"

Looking where Huub pointed, the foreign businesspersons soon saw a seal of approval belonging to Tet Boran in a corner.

Even they had heard of Tet, despite net the man's actual profession not being an appraiser. Moreover, Tet was the close friend of a foreign businessman, who in turn had Jet's assurance that any antique he approved of would not be a fake. Content belongs to That was why the foreign businessman went on a shopping spree of any treasures Tet approved off and resold them abroad. Seeing the billions he quickly earned, many of his colleagues became jealous.

As many yearned to know his secret, the businessman drunkenly let slip at a ball that Tet's approval on any antique would basically make it incredibly valuable.

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As time passed, Droitner Inc. found out about Tet Boran as well.

While they had heard of him before, they were not acquainted with the man, not to mention that they were not important enough to become his close associate.

As such, they started making certain alterations so that their replicas appeared even more authentic, though they had only started recently and worked with utmost secrecy.

It was why Tet himself had never heard about what Droitner Inc. was up to, or he would have punished them, given his temper.

Nheless, when Huub pointed out Tet's smartly concealed seal, the foreign businesspeople were all nodding, clearly showing interest.

As with the usual trend, they would acquire these treasures from Droitner Inc. and resell them for over double the cost.

That was no issue with Tet's seal of approval, and some of the foreign businesspeople were even quietly asking Huub for the price. However, while Huub was grinning broadly and about to announce the price, someone bellowed from the crowd, "Hold it!"

Everyone in the exhibition hall turned toward the voice right then, as it was a curiosity to shout here.

After all, as the organizers of the exhibition, Droitner Inc. had made the rule that visitors must observe silence and never cause a commotion. And since Huub was here on business, his bodyguards would make any visitors nearby clear a path everywhere they went.

No one could argue against that, since everyone knew the strength Droitner Inc. commanded in Bralog.

That was why the bellow was undoubtedly a challenge against Droitner Inc.'s authority as hosts and was remarkably tactless.

The bodyguards who were flanking Huub were at once glaring hostilely as they strode toward the crowd, with the bodyguard squad leader glowering as he barked, "Who was that?! Yelling in this exhibition hosted by the esteemed Droitner Inc.?! Haven't you read the rules before coming inside?!" "Hmph…"

Huub was annoyed too. He was just trying to sell a painting to some foreign businesspeople, only fol. nex someone to challenge his authority here on Bralog, his turf.

"Droitner Inc., you say?! The sheer audacity that you scum have!"

As the man shouted again, the crowd quickly parted to reveal him, standing with his arms at his sides, his gaze icy. "Hmm…?"

Huub did a double take when he saw the man, but he was soon smiling in amusement.

After all, it was none other than Frank himself!

"Are you crazy?!"

"Droitner Inc. owns this place! Are you asking for a beating?!"

"How dare you interrupt Mr. Droitner and violate the rules that Droitner Inc. has set! Who are you?!"

While Huub's bodyguards were encircling Frank and snapping at him, Frank completely ignored them, even striding straight toward Huub as the crowd started talking among themselves. C"Stop!" The bodyguard squad leader strode up to Frank and line a shove in the chest, but he was left stunned. WY After all, Frank did not budge an inch despite the push!

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On the other hand, the bodyguard squad leader was sent stumbling backward from recoil, losing his balance and falling on his rear. "What?!"

Seeing their leader falling on the floor, the other bodyguards were all in clear disbelief.

The man was a martial artist, and a Birthright-ranked one at that!

He was synonymous with might among the rest of them flunkies, who would not even reach his sleeve even if they all fought him at once. And yet, despite all his might, the bodyguard squad leader could not even stop Frank's stride and instead knocked himself to the floor. On top of that, it was thoroughly humiliating since there were so many people watching!

"You… brat!"

It took a while for the bodyguard squad leader to come to his senses, and he shoved his hands on the floor to spring himself off the floor.

He had really messed up after being caught off guard, and there had to be so many people watching, especially Huub.

As such, the bodyguard squad leader was livid-he was basically embarrassing Droitner Inc.

However, he still did not believe that he was weaker than Frank and presumed that Frank came prepared, catching the bodyguard squad leader off guard with his pure vigor.

That also meant that the brat came without an ounce of humility or respect for Droitner Inc.

And since he came intent on causing trouble, he was ready for the bodyguard squad leader and knocked him aside, probably just to embarrass Droitner Inc.

And with so many guests watching, Droitner Inc. could not afford such ignominy.

Otherwise, the bodyguard squad leader would not be keeping his job and might even be punished for that.

Unleashing his pure vigor as he strode up to Frank again, he bellowed, "You brat! How dare you mess around on our company's turf! Do you want to die?!"

"What?"

Frank chuckled, not backing down et and even taunting him as the guests at the exhibition hall looked on. "I thought Droitner Inc. was just the sponsor of this exhibition. After all, the artifacts on display here don't belong to you.

Still standing his ground, he looked at the shocked visitors and continued coldly, "Droitner Inc. is collaborating with foreign businesspeople to sell our country's historical artifacts. What do you have to say to that?!"

"What?!"

Everyone in the hall was stunned by Frank's bellow.

Still, as they turned toward Huub, who stood at the center of the Droitner Inc. procession, he was holding up his hands and slowly clapping.

Then, instead of answering to net Frank's accusation, he asked in return, "Mr. Lawrence… First of all, allow me to welcome you for personally visiting this exhibition sponsored by Droitner Inc. So, have you brought the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom here?" "The Bloodcrane Spiritbloom?"

While the crowd was left puzzled, Huub chuckled. "Oh, I forgot to explain. Mr. Lawrence here is from Zamri, and he was the one who stole the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom that i gave to Lanecorp's Helen Lane as a gift That in turn led to the death of Helen's uncle, I might add."

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What?!"

Though Huub clearly avoided answering Frank's accusation, his question turned sentiment against Frank.

Even as the crowd turned to look at Frank now, they were all frowning contempt as if Frank was guilty as charged.

"That's Frank Lawrence?"

On the other hand, the bodyguard squad leader was surprised as he remembered Huub's earlier instructions to thoroughly humiliate Frank should he come to his exhibition, so that his and Lanecorp's reputation would fall to the gutter.

And seeing that the timing was right, the bodyguard squad leader restrained his hostility.

Folding his arms before his chest, he chuckled coolly at Frank. "Mr. Lawrence, if you've come to apologize and return the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom, then do so right now-kowtow to Mr. Droitner, or you'll know what happens."

His meaning was obvious—if Frank did not kowtow and apologize, Winter and the other hostages in Huub's mansion would be made to pay. However, Frank was already done with that.

In fact, the reason he had revealed himself now was because he had already received the green light from Madfist.From

Laughing coldly, he said, "Don't waste your breath trying to slander me now, Huub Droitner. The Bloodcrane Spiritbloom you promised Helen was fake from the start! Some third-rate company like Droitner Inc. would never be able to afford a real treasure!"

"Droitner Inc... A third-rate company?"

The crowd gasped-did putting those two terms together even make sense?!

Even if the Droitners were not the most important family and their company not the biggest in Bralog, they had ties to the government!

Word was that Paul Droitner, the current CEO of Droitner Inc., was sworn brothers with Leino Himmich, the commissioner of Bralog City.

As such, mocking Droitner Inc for being a third-rate company when they had such connections? The man must be crazy.

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While everyone was raising brows as they stared at Frank, he continued nonchalantly. "Not only did you try to deceive Helen with your fake Bloodcrane Spiritbloom but you also pinned the blame on me, and then kidnapped my people to force me into handing over the real Bloodcrane Spiritblogm before burning down my mansion. I will make you pay for that right now!"

Huub was already furious when Frank called Droitner Inc. a third-rate company, and he laughed despite himself as Frank listed all his crimes.

"Frank Lawrence! The truth of your

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words notwithstanding, I can kill you now that you're here in Bralog and slandering my company's good name! Did you really think Droither Inc. is a pushover, and you get to hotter at us?!"

His eyes flashing coldly, Huub quickly came up with some excuse, refusing to let Frank argue.

This was still an exhibition hall, and with so many people watching, word would spread, and Droitner Inc.'s reputation would be tarnished anyway.

He waved his hand and bellowed, a cue for all the Droitner bodyguards to charge up and subdue Frank.

Once they took Frank down, Huub would have the last word on everything anyway!

Frank merely narrowed his eyes at the oncoming bodyguards. "Resorting to force because you don't have the right of reason?"

"Reason has nothing to do with it."

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Huub smirked. "You've come to my turf here in Bralog to cause me trouble, so I have no reason to tolerate you. Did you think you're invincible, that you're above the rest?

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"Go!"

With thirtyish bodyguards and the Birthright-ranked bodyguard squad leader charging at Frank, he knew that this had to be resolved with violence. But it suited him just right.

In fact, Frank was sneering-after tailing Huub for a while, his fists were itching.

Pow!

With a punch, he sent a roaring and charging bodyguard flying and screaming.

"Huh?!"

"He's a martial artist!"

"So he can walk the talk!

"I guess he had to have something, daring to challenge Droitner Inc. on their turf…"

"Come on, haven't you heard? He's from Zamri, and you don't ever challenge a lion on his turf, get it?"

The bystanders had already presumed that Frank was dead meat as soon as the bodyguards encircled him, only for his first strike to leave them stunned.

Frank did not have time to listen to their comments either. After he sent the first bodyguard flying with a punch, three more lunged at him—all of them armed.

However, it was pointless since this was an exhibition hall, and they had to show restraint in case they broke something.

And that in turn made things easier for Frank.

He poked one of the bodyguards on the forehead, and the bodyguard's eyes rolled up their sockets as he passed out.

"Get off!" Frank then bellowed, sending another bodyguard flying, coughing blood as he crashed into the painting that Huub was showing the foreign businesspeople.

As his blood sprayed all over the painting, the billion dollar piece of art was totally ruined.

Huub was left staring at it blankly before bellowing furiously, "Incompetent fools! Be more vel careful-don't let him destroymore artifacts!" "Yes, Mr. Droitner!"

The bodyguards all replied, but were clearly hard-pressed.

They could all see now that Frank was no pushover, and they would never win with their amateurish close-quarters combat techniques.

As such, keeping the relics safe was even further beyond their capabilities!

"Weapons out!"

Seeing that they could not reach Frank at all, the bodyguards traded glances, whipping out batons and machetes.

The crowd who were watching all fled in panic when they saw that the bodyguards were bringing out weapons.

Even the foreign businesspeople who were standing nearby Huub appeared concerned.

"Mr. Droitner…"

One of the translators frowned at Huub. "Mr. Gretchen has suggeste that they could come again tomorrow, after you're done with your personal affairs-" "Don't you fucking leave!" Huub suddenly bellowed, sending the foreign businesspeople flinching.

Even as they watched him in confusion, Huub glared at them icily as he growled, "Rest assured that our discussion will continue. It won't take long for my men to get rid of that insolent brat."

All the foreign businesspeople were scowling, as Huub was saying that they had no freedom now.

However, the look on Huub's face was way worse the bodyguards were not subduing Frank even after they took out all their weapons. Instead, Frank was showing what he was capable off, demolishing most of the exhibits with the bodies of Huub's bodyguards.

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"Useless fuckers!" Huub growled through his teeth and turned toward Renard Zitch, one of his goons who was standing nearby. Renard, one of the Ten Hellions of South Draconia, was a powerful martial elite who was halfway through the Ascendant rank.

In fact, Huub's heart would bleed at the amount of money he paid Renard every year, though he was also his confidante and the man he most relied on.

As such, it pleased Huub that not only was Renard so strong that he was peerless among martial artists, but he was also fiercely loyal, removing all who stood in his way.

And Frank would be no exception now.

Noticing Huub's look, Renard nodded, his visage cold as he rolled up his sleeves and walked toward Frank.

Meanwhile, Frank was holding the endlessly confident bodyguard squad leader by the neck.

Naturally, the crowd who had yet to disperse looked on in terror.

It had not been four minutes since Frank leapt into action against Droitner Inc.'s elite bodyguards, and the bodyguard squad leader was his last opponent.

It was especially shocking to see that Frank had not only left the bodyguards floored, but he was throwing them to destroy almost every artifact on display in the exhibition hall.

All that was left now were some clay pots and vases.

While the foreign businesspeople could hear their hearts breaking, Huub's eyes narrowed dangerously.

After all, each item that Frank destroyed were replicas.

How could he have known?!

Thud.

Even as Huub felt a foreboding sensation, Frank dropped the unconscious bodyguard squad leader on the floor and turned toward Renard.

While Renard slowly advanced on Frank, Frank frowned, as he could see Renard's level right away.

He was surprised Huub could get himself a martial elite halfway through the Ascendant rank.

But so what if he did? Frank's own abilities were now indefinite, especially after he had absorbed a single petal's worth of the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom essence.

In fact, Frank felt like he was bloated from inside out, and that made the essence of the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom-this was a herb that could elevate one up to the Transcendent rank. Even if Frank mostly used it to heal himself, the lingering essence was still enough for Frank to refine his pure vigor.

As such, he felt no pressure despite being up against a martial elite of Renard's caliber.

If anything, he was puzzled-was this it?

Was that the strength of pure vigor of a martial elite who was halfway through the Ascendant rank?

Frank's cultivation was almost peak Ascendant rank before he absorbed the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom, but he was not so sure now.

All he knew was that while Renard was much stronger than the bodyguards earlier, Renard was still really nothing to him.

On the other hand, Renard was frowning at Frank, surprised he could not read Frank at all.

It was why he was being prudent and did not attack Frank, as uncertainty was always the source of fear.

Naturally, Renard doubted that Frank was some average Joe who had no training, but at the same time, he did not really believe that Frank's pure vigor was far above his, to the point that he could not feel it. And seeing that Frank was clearly in his twenties, his brow creased under his graying hair.

Could Frank have learned some technique that sealed his meridians and hid his presence in the face of a stronger opponent, so that they could not read the true depths of his

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Renard chuckled coolly, presuming that it had to be the only reason.

As one of the Ten Hellions of South Draconia, his might was naturally above questioning.

Moreover, he was actually in his sixties, and he actually looked like a younger man since he had always maintained his training routine.

And since there was no one who had reached the Ascendant rank below sixty in Draconia, save for the freaks of the major sects, Renard prided himself with his accomplishment.

Moreover, those major sects would always keep their freaks close, hiding them within their respective enclaves.

They would certainly not allow them to run around causing trouble just like Frank here.

What was that if not suicidal?

"Brat, I don't know who has your back, but I'll spare you if you go down on your knees, kowtow to Mr. Droitner ten times, and surrender the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom."

Frank, who was already sick of such threats, chuckled coolly. "What, not feeling confident about yourself?"

"No." Renard smiled in turn. "I'm giving you a chance to live, since I don't really know my own strength, and I'm not sure if your bones can take that." "Hmph. Then why don't you show me?"

Frank shrugged, walking toward Renard, seemingly defenseless.

He was not fully focused on Renard either, as he turned toward Huub in the distance. "So, this geezer is your last card?"

Huub snorted at Frank's arrogance. "You'll be sobbing when you fall before me and understand what it means to stand against me!" "Insolent brat…"

Renard was glowering as he could see that Frank was making light of himself.content.

He waved his hand, conjuring a javelin of pure vigor and launching it straight at Frank's chest.

It was a move of Ascendant ranks, projecting their pure vigor into various shapes in attack.

However, Frank simply stood his ground and held up a hand, breaking the javelin while chuckling. "Come on. You can do better than et "Hmm…?"

swn Renard's eyes narrowed when he saw how easily Frank broke his attack.

"Get him!"

As he charged his pure vigor in full to go all out, Huub was urging him to get going impatiently, seeing how insolent Frank was. After all, Renard was peerless in Huub's mind, and what could be easier than taking down a gigolo like Frank?

Hence, with a battlecry, Renard released all his pure vigor, focusing them into his hand as he projected a three-meter long spear.

Renard stomped his foot, shattering the tiles beneath as he vaulted ten meters above and streaked toward Frank with his spear.

"Take this, brat!"

The bystanders had to cover their ive ears from the endless droning as the spear tore through the air, but Frank was still standing his ground "A spear of pure vigor? Now that's something."

He watched as Renard shot et downward at him, spear in hand and took a deep breath before growling under his breath, "Five-Peat Archaeus!" Pure vigor surged like a broken dam, shrouding Frank and leaving him surprised.

How long had it been since he last fought with pure vigor?

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Ever since that meeting with his father and drinking the tea Silverbell brewed, Frank felt his pure vigor growing in abundance in strength. And now that it was catalyzed with the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom, Frank could hardly control it.

"Well then, I just have to go all out!"

Moving his right foot backward, he released a shockingly red pure vigor as everyone looked on.

Boom!

Even as Frank's hair flapped against the shockwave, Reynard's smile faded mid-air.

Everything around him seemed to disappear, be it the crowd or Huub, who kept egging him on.

His whole body was stiff, as if he was frozen mid-air, unable to move.

"Grr…"

Renard soon turned pale, as he found himself staring into a bloody pair of eyes. "Is that… the Death Eater?"

Frank was left dumbstruck and blinking, shocked that Renard recognized his move.

"Roar!!!"

Even as Renard heard the thunderous roar of a behemoth that could tear through space and time, he was suddenly free from the darkness. At that moment, he abruptly realized that the eyes he saw were Frank's and quickly understood Frank's identity.

After all, only two men could use the Death Eater technique: the Lord of the Southern Woods-Draconia's famous warlord and his only son. And since the man before Renard was not the Lord of the Southern Woods, that would make the man before him his son!

H-Heavens above… what calamity had Huub brought down upon their heads?!

In fact, as soon as Renard realized who his opponent was, he yelled at the top of his lungs, "Mr. Lawrence! I-I have no quarrel with you…" "Oh, but apologies…"

Frank was smirking, though it was a picture of utter horror in Renard's eyes. "don't really know my own! if your old strength, and I'm not sure if your bones can take that…"

Even before Renard realized what was happening, Frank was leaping toward him with a battlecry, aiming a punch at Renard's spear.

Seeing that he could not dodge, Renard clenched his teeth and mustered every iota of pure vigor he had-anything could wait until after he blocked this strike!

"The brat may be the son of the Lord of the Southern Woods, but he wouldn't… Huh?!"

Renard thought that his spear and Frank's punch would cancel out each other only for him to stare blankly as the pure vigor spear-with which he had taken down countless foes was smashed into pieces. As the spear broke down into tiny particles that scattered into the air, Renard's eyes widened in terror as Frank's punch closed in.

He had never expected to find himself up against Donn Lawrence, the Lord of the Southern Woods' son.

The man was just of Birthright

u when he left a trail of bodies as he fled Mystic Sky Sect back in the day. It was therefore all the more shocking that in just three years, the same kid had grown to such horrifying proportions. Content belongs On the other hand, Renard-one of the Ten Hellions of South Draconia-did not even last a single strike!

Did that even make sense?!

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'How does that even make sense?!' That was the last thought Renard ever had.

Soon, with a violent shockwave that threatened to send everyone flying, Frank pulverized not only Renard's pure vigor spear, but also his entire body.

The entire roof of the exhibition hall was blown off as well, leaving the entire building almost in ruins, while the very earth of Bralog shook.

Still, the shockwave continued to unfurl, even reaching the seas and kicking up a tidal wave that crashed into Huub's coastal mansion. Johnny, who was still waiting in Huub's study, was left watching as the wave crashed and shattered the window pane, slamming into the wall. "What the hell…" he groaned and passed out.

Back in the city center, at the wreckage that was once at the exhibition hall, Huub was cowering and trembling in a corner while everyone else fled. Huub was gaping at Frank, whose knuckle was still outstretched, as if he was a monster.

What the hell?! Was he even human?!

Even as Huub wondered, Frank sighed and lowered his fist, muttering to himself, "Phew… I guess I overdid it."

"Overdid it…?"

Huub could cry right then-Renard was one of the Ten Hellions of South Draconia, but Frank said that he had overdone it?

What was he?!

Nheless, he suddenly noticed Frank staring at him and felt at once as if something was clenching his heart, and he suddenly could not breathe. After all, he was terrified.

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Still, Frank walked up to him as he collapsed to the floor, chuckling. "That's a terrible look on your face, Mr. Droitner."

Huub blinked at Frank's chuckle, but how was he supposed to look good?

He was no martial artist, and he had just seen one punch that had basically brought down an entire building, with the target most likely being Huub's own head! He had even used up all the curses he could in his head.

He really thought that Renard was more than enough against a gigolo like Frank, only for Frank to prove himself a walking nightmare, pulverizing Renard with a single punch instead. Content belongs to He certainly was not his smug self from before as everything he knew collapsed in on himself.

Even as he was left utterly flustered, Frank dropped to a crouch beside him, smiling like a long lost friend.

"Do you want to live, Mr. Droitner?" He chuckled, tousling Huub's hair which was caked with gel and dust. Huub could not even manage a word and could only gulp and nod repeatedly.

"Good. Now, first of all…"

1.n Frank held up his index finger and smiled. "Admit what you did to me, including tricking Helen with a fake Bloodcrane Spiritbloom, and compensate us twofold for all the damage you caused. What do you say to that?" Huub's mouth opened, but he nodded repeatedly again.

"Second."

Frank held up his middle finger as well. "You will send home all your hostages back to Zamri. Can you do that?"

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Huub's cheeks stiffened at the mention of hostages, only remembering them just then.

If he threatened Frank with their safety, Frank would most definitely not try anything against him..

However, he flinched when he saw the murderous glare in Frank's eyes, and an almost bestial instinct told him that if he dared to threaten Frank with the hostage, Frank would skin him.

After a moment of hesitation, Huub eventually nodded the hostages were trivial compared to his life!

"Good."

Seeing Huub nod, Frank smiled in satisfaction.

Huub was really smart, since Frank was ready to kill him on the spot if he were to threaten him with his hostages, thus avoiding any surprises.

"Now, the third…"

Frank grinned. "You will confess your crimes to the Bralog commissioner, including the sale of national treasures and artifacts, as well as your dealings with foreign groups!"

"What…?!" Huub looked up right then.

Forget the fact that the Bralog commissioner was his grandfather's sworn brother would he even survive if he confessed to him about the shady dealings Droitner Inc. was up to?

Not only was inheriting the company a pipe dream, but if word of what they did spread beyond Bralog, Droitner Inc. would fall, and his grandfather would have his head for that!

Frank leaned his face closer just then, smiling as he asked, "What, are you afraid that Droitner Inc. would kill you for your treachery?"

"Hsn't that obvious?!" Huub growled through gritted teeth, his cheeks clenching.

He was really furious this time-no one had ever threatened him like this before!

And since he was going to die anyway, he did not mind letting Frank kill him.

All of Droitner's dirty secrets, artifacts, and factories used for making counterfeit items were guarded by his grandfather's martial elites.

As such, if Huub died here and his grandfather heard, he would definitely exact revenge upon those hostages.

"Go on, Frank Lawrence! Do it!" he cried, suddenly determined. "Kill me if you can! If you do, my grandfather will come after you! And don't even think you can get your hostages back!

"Also, Bralog's commissioner is my grandfather's best friend! You and Helen Lane are going to die painfully!"

Huub's shrieking actually gave Frank pause.

So that was why Frank ended up in Blackwater prison before-Huub had very close ties with the Bralog's commissioner, who were obviously supporting Droitner Inc. behind the scenes! That meant influence over government officials, and they might even be involved in Droitner Inc.'s shady dealings.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Otherwise, those historical artifacts would not have been able to leave the border so easily. While Frank narrowed his eyes in thought, an elderly but resounding bellow thundered from the wreckage outside the exhibition hall.

What's going on here?! What on earth happened?!"

Frank looked beyond the wreckage when he heard the voice and found a bearded old man in a purple coat standing by the curb.

His eyes were flashing wrathfully, while a convoy of over a dozen cars had stopped behind him, with fully-armed police officers flanking him.