NovelEnglish"W-What..." Fredo was left stunned by the imposing sight before him-there were over hundred men-in-black who stood in formation with poise and vigor.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAnd they were all clearly martial artists! It was a scale of strength that would set them among the top factions in the east coast, and even the modest sects would not possess such might! "I don't know what the commissioner offered that motivated Carlo Group into traveling all the way from the midlands to the east coast just to fuck with us... but a word of advice: it really doesn't matter who you are, you must know your place on the pecking order." With a firm clap on Fredo's shoulder, he strode toward the square in front of Zamri Hospital, where a Lanecorp company car was waiting by the curb.
"Mr. Lawrence." A security officer from the Lanecorp Health and Safety Department opened the door for him respectfully.
Frank, however, did not get on.
Instead, he turned and threw a curious look at Fredo, chuckling. "Don't you have a party to attend? I'd like to join in on the fun too. That's fine, right?" "W-What do you want?!" It was only then that Fredo truly realized why the Zamri commissioner was so wary about Frank and was only sticking to indirect means to weaken Frank's influence on the city.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIt was clear that Frank's strength was not something the average faction could hope to match.
The number of martial artists under his command alone could take over Zamri! "What do I want?" Frank chuckled in amusement. "Aren't I allowed to listen in on the meeting where you people discuss how you're going to bringdown? Who knows, I might be able to offer constructive suggestions if I'm in a good mood." Content belongs to en.kikistoriesAlthough Frank was smiling, his glare was murderous, leaving Fredo flinching.
In fact, he had no idea what happened later, as he somehow ended up inside the car with Frank and headed to Emerald Court beside the man...
Meanwhile, in a private room on the third floor of Emerald Court, Geon Kramer, a pudgy man with a mole on his face was in the main seat, chuckling as he clinked glasses with Carlo Barzini, who had a scaron his face. Content belongs to en.kikistoriesswn "Congratulations, Mr. Barzini!" Geon was chuckling. "You will now enjoy a full monopoly on Zamri's pharmaceuticals and healthcare industry! Hahaha!" Carlo was affable and respectful toward Geon in turn, a far cry from when he had met his son at the hotel just yesterday. Raising his glass and politely toasting everyone around the table, he said, "I'll be counting on your support from now on!" "Oh, don't say that, Mr. Barzini!" "Exactly! It's our honor that you'd expand your business into a humble place like Zamri!" The rich and important figures around the table raised their glasses, their smiles broad and their intentions sinister.
Still, as the cheer around the table heightened, and they were all happily charting the future of Zamri, a waiter knocked and entered. "Mr.
Commissioner? There's a young man outside, asking to see you." Content belongs to en.kikistoriesQUMS
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