Pax exclaimed, "It seems like we've really met a real match this time! But that's fine—no matter how strong he is, he won't be defying science and logic and punching through that wall."
Feeling triumphant, he beckoned for his goons to book a place for them to celebrate.
However, he seemed unaware that breaking open the champagne during half-time was a taboo in any sporting event.
In fact, Frank was meditating because he had found a way through.
As the enclosed space turned dead silent, Frank could hear sounds that should have been undetectable to a human's senses.
They were below ground, so even the alloyed wall would expand or contract due to the temperatures around it. It just did not groan audibly like rebars would, and an ordinary human would not hear it.
And Frank was no ordinary human.
As he listened attentively to those sounds, he quickly realized this place was not impregnable.
Like a glass window, Frank just tried hard to find the weakest point, pour his energy into it, and send it crumbling.
With that in mind, Frank moved to the southeast, dropped to a crouch, and punched it.
The outer concrete crumbled right away, revealing a seemingly normal alloy plate that was actually struggling to stay in one piece.
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Everyone in the control room laughed. "And here we thought he's better than the others! He's really no different, losing himself in meditation just like the others. See? He's already lost his mind!"
On the other hand, Pax remained silent as he watched.
For some reason, he had the feeling that Frank still had a way out of this—and the look on his face was especially confident!
Nevertheless, Alda had clearly given up, in contrast to Frank's composed demeanor.
Holding the pin, he tore his shirt and wrapped it around his knuckle, then launched a straight punch at the wall!
In that split second, he managed to thrust the hairpin into the wall!
"That's amazing!" Alda was at once surprised and delighted, stunned that Frank was that strong.
Everyone in the control room was certainly stumped that some brat could punch a hairpin into the wall.
However, it was not as if the others who were trapped here before had not tried it. They even used material tougher than pure gold, though nothing came of it.
The goons certainly doubted that Frank could use a tiny hairpin to do something the rest of them could not.
"Calm down already," Pax suddenly said, "or you'd just get another slap in the face."
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