As the elevator reached its destination and jingled, Peter clenched his knuckles as he growled viciously under his breath, "At the very least, I will die a man, and not a dog." Frank did a double take even as he stared at the man.

Soon, Peter and Frank were striding down a hallway.

When they opened the huge doors of Kit's office, they found over twenty burly bodyguards standing on either side of the desk in the middle of the office, as if they had been waiting.

Behind the desk sat a man who resembled Larry Jameson but was clearly a few years younger.

"Hehehe..." He chuckled with a pipe between his lips, watching Peter and Frank coolly. "Welcome, head of Lanecorp's health and security department, was it? I heard you were coming to see me?" "You're Kit Jameson?" Frank remained undaunted despite the towering, menacing security guards around them, even slowly walking up to Kit's desk.

"Indeed, I am." Kit nodded.

"I've come to tell you two things."

"Really? Do tell," Kit replied, lowering his pipe and appearing to be listening attentively.

I've come

what?"

"Heh..."

look at Peter, who was panting from the tension in the room, before turning back to look Kit in the eye and chuckling. "For giving that land lot to Peter, which then fell into my hands. It's really valuable now, so I have you

forward toward them, each of them glaring hostilely as if ready to attack

a double

You're a riot,

Though you must

time and place too One should know when they shouldn't push their

as he trailed off and tapped his pipe on his

inform you

at once incensed, slamming his hand violently on the

glowering and bellowing, "Do you know what you're saying, Mr. Lawrence?! Do you want

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