Chapter 1868

If Frank wanted to succeed Governor Quill, he had proven that he was more qualified than Saul in terms of individual strength. "Ahem, ahem..." A frail cough could be heard from the crater.

Then, as Alba looked on in shock, Saul, covered in dust and his face drenched in blood, slowly crawled out of the crater.

His miserable self was certainly a stark contrast to Frank, who remained squeaky clean.

As Frank strode up, looking down at the winded Saul, he asked, "How does it feel to trip over an obstacle?"

While Saul's limbs were intact and appeared almost unscathed in appearance, most of his meridians had snapped, and he would not recover without long term recovery.

His cheeks clenched at Frank's cold question, but he eventually hung his head.

"Y-You win..."

Saul seemed to age a decade even as he spoke, his ashen hair seemingly whitening further.

"What the hell..."

the distance-it was the first time he had

he yielded, despite

crimes. That might

keeping his head near the floor without

his further time on Saul

Frank was not bothered

to waste

started to

toward Megan's room

see

she could

as he turned his attention away from Saul, Saul leapt

"Die!" Saul shrieked maniacally.

prone and surrendered earlier just for this

the eldest son of Governor Quill, how could he admit that he had lost to

about to give up the governor position

take the seat, no matter how despicable he had to be,

"Watch out!"

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