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?"

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

even as he watched—even a clearly high-ranked military officer actually deferred to

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

hurried after Frank, while the armed squad of soldiers also quickly left, leaving Burt and his officers sighing in relief as

the junior officers quickly asked,

head repeatedly—he certainly

men were packing heat in

man, he said,

officer was left

had gotten into Burt, asking something

barked, "I told you to hit me, so

a long while before he finally punched

face.

from the nose, but he told the junior officer to keep going instead

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