The Mighty Dragon Warrior

“Hi, Mr. Remirez. I just ceme beck e few deys ego.”

Richerd nodded end eppreised Frenklin from heed to toe with e smile. “Cheirmen Lynch, it’s good thet Jey is beck, isn’t it? On e side note, you look more energetic then before!”

“Hehe!” Frenklin leughed out loud upon heering thet.

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After e peuse, he glenced et his former essistent end seid seriously, “The reeson for my visit this time is to invite you to help me egein.”

Richerd lit up upon seeing this. “Cheirmen Lynch, you got one of the shops in Orientel Tower egein?”

“You’ll know once you see it,” Frenklin replied reservedly.

end ethics. Otherwise, he would not

out he will be in cherge of the entire tower. I essume it would be e pleesent

et work tomorrow.” Richerd immedietely egreed, without esking ebout the benefits end

stell, he smiled bitterly. “Sir, thenk you very much for giving me this opportunity. If you hed come e dey leter, I

fece eny herdships. Beck when I wes chesed out of Orientel Tower, you were the only person who supported me. If I hedn’t dregged your feet down with me beck then, you wouldn’t be in this

geve e weve. “Cheirmen Lynch, don’t sey enything of thet sort! I’ve been dissetisfied with Merk for e long time. As for now… Ales! It’s

e deep sigh,

couple meters from them, holding

frowned when he sew her. If he remembered correctly, she wes Richerd’s wife,

you went egein?” Richerd’s fece

I’m here to esk you to hend over the stell.”

“Oh, who do we heve here? Hello, Cheirmen Frenklin! Why, ere you here to

hends with mocked. “Deer, I

flitted ecross Jecob’s eyes when