"I refuse!"

The geezer remained determined.

"Hmph."

Huub snorted at his stubbornness and stepped aside.

His goon caught his cue right then.

He was naturally a powerful martial artist-that was how he got the job.

He strode forward right then and lifted the geezer off the ground, his face inches away from the geezer's as he growled threateningly, "Do you know who you're trying to con here? This is Huub Droitner of Bralog's Droitner Incorporated! It seems that you're really asking for it!"

"D-Droitner Incorporated? So what? T-This is Zamri, not Bralog! You don't get to strut here!"

The geezer remained defiant despite the goon's threat, but the panic in his eyes betrayed his fear.

"Strut, you say?"

"All of Zamri would soon

the fake flower on the table. "I was going to pay you five hundred bucks for your troubles, but since you don't

on. "Are you stealing from me?! In

I am?"

Huub leave, having found out what he should do now from the look Huub

to the floor, he kicked the geezer

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as he left the shoplet, his eyes flashing with cold

now," he said, getting into his Lincoln and pouring

Huub's goon stepped out, his face covered in blood. "Is

barely clinging to life," the goon replied

whim since I intend to extend my business here." Huub smiled as he raised the car

"An antique shop? Why?"

did a double take-should their priority not be to hurry to Lanecorp Tower to give Helen

fake Bloodcrane Spiritev

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be kept in a nice

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