Hans then turned toward Burt. "What should we do with this one, Mr. Lawrence?"

Burt was left gulping just then—Hans could already floor him with just one strike, and he was not going to last a round in a fight.

He could not help being afraid, but his only choice was to wait for Frank's judgment.

However, Frank merely glanced this way before saying quietly, "Forget it. Don't bother with him."

What?" Hans did a double take—this was not Frank's style!

Anyone who ever tried to kill him would be killed in return, and Burt was going to torture him before that too!

But he did not care?

"Mr. Lawrence, are we really just going to let him go?" Hans asked in confusion.

Frank wheeled on him. "What, are you questioning me?"

of course not. I'd never question your magnanimity, sir." Hans promptly threw up

he watched—even a clearly high-ranked military officer actually deferred to Frank to such an

then and strode out of the sealed room, while Hans shot a glare at Burt as he growled, "You're lucky Mr. Lawrence didn't want to hold you accountable. But mess with him again, and you're resting in

armed squad of soldiers also quickly left, leaving Burt and his officers

junior officers quickly asked,

shook his head repeatedly—he certainly had

don't know... but those men were packing heat in public, so

turning toward the man, he said, "Hit

The junior officer was left

had gotten into Burt,

he barked, "I told you to hit me, so hit

junior officer hesitated for a long while before he finally punched Burt squarely in

face.

the nose, but he told the junior officer to keep going instead of telling him to stop, until his

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