With Frank's abilities, killing the man could not have been easier.
The reason he would hesitate must be because he had other ideas.
Frank then nodded. "I can see that you're not like most killers… You're just something of a nut for martial arts! I dislike torturing people like you, so as long as you cooperate and change your ways, I can spare you!"
The man smiled in wry amusement—was this not torture?
Frank had already crushed the philosophy he worshiped for decades, and average Joes were no different from an ant against him.
"How should I cooperate?" he asked nonetheless, as his instincts screamed at him that he would be dead if he did not.
Obsessing over martial arts? Becoming the world's greatest? Such ambitions were really pointless in this man's presence, because the only one that was relevant now was the primal instinct to survive!
"Take me to your client."
"Okay!" The driver did not dare to argue and promptly took Frank to the distance.
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Meanwhile, at the penthouse suite of a certain hotel in Cronde, a middle-aged man wearing a high collar suit lit himself a cigar, taking a puff before breathing out a circle of smoke.
The so-called chief of Mystic Sky Guild?
The way Hando saw it, the man was merely an overhyped figure who would fall to him in the end.
How boring… Why was no one in this world ever capable of making things interesting for them?
Still, he whipped out his phone and made a call.
When his call was answered, Hando snapped, "Why didn't you report in?"
"The mission failed. What is there to report?" an unfamiliar voice replied flatly.
"Who are you?" Hando frowned—did his assassin fail?
"You may be right that I should fear you!" Hando smirked. "You're the famous chief of Mystic Sky Guild, while I'm some anonymous character. Be it in strength or reputation, fellow martial artists would consider me insignificant, but have you considered why I have the gall to stand against you?"
That only spurred Frank's interest. "Perhaps you have some special technique that sets you apart from the rest?"
Hando laughed in delight. "In the end, only conversations with someone of the same level can prove interesting! You really understand everything I say!"
He then waved, and the heater beside him shot into the air.
"That's it?" Frank smiled in wry amusement—such cheap tricks were really no cause for Hando to get so pompous against him.
"Oh, I can see the disdain in your eyes!"
Hando grinned. "But I'm used to it. In fact, it isn't just you—there were plenty others who really didn't give a shit about this technique. It's just telekinesis, no? They could do the same if they wanted.
"But none of you understand… because for me, this power came innately!"
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