"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?"

Zamri would soon be beneath

pay you five hundred

he looked on. "Are you stealing from

am?" Huub shrugged

having found out

the geezer viciously

-

Huub chuckled as he left the shoplet, his

I need now," he said, getting into his Lincoln and

goon stepped out, his face covered in

to life," the goon

on a whim since I intend to extend my business here." Huub smiled as

"An antique shop? Why?"

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

fake Bloodcrane Spiritev

-

kept in a nice

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