"We''re evicting you from Lanecorp!" Dorekughed. "It belongs to us Yimmels from now on, along with anything else you own! Hand everything over!" Frank scowled. "So you''re going to take it from us?"


    "We are, and what about it?" Dorek chuckled confidently, twirling his bangs. "My great grandmother has taken over Laneville, and it''s just a matter of time before we gobble up the rest. I''m just beating my brother to get thergest piece of the pie... So are you going to fight me or not? Show me your shitty Draconian martial arts!"


    Dorek looked no more than eighteen, but he was utterly pompous and unseemly to the point of stupid.


    Frank actually thought that might be the case did the brat think that beating Lanecorp''s security and getting inside Helen''s office meant taking over Laneocrp?


    Still, he sighed exasperatedly as he nced behind at the Lanecorp health and safety department personnel left on the floor.


    Stupidity aside, the brat could throw a punch.


    "What''s your name?" Frank asked impassively.


    "Urgh, what a pain." The youth rolled his eyes. "I''m Dorek Yimmel, Yora Yimmel''s great-grandson. Look, if you''re scared, just get your board chair out here and sign Lanecorp over to me. Or else... Hehehe."


    Frank almostughed at Dorek''s naive demand.


    Instead, he scowled, "You want to see Draconian martial arts? Very well."


    "Oh, so you actually have some balls!"


    Dorek appeared excited at Frank''s challenge and assumed his fighting stance, wagging a finger at him provokingly. "I''ll even let you have a free punch too."


    "Alright."


    Frank nodded and was suddenly right in front of Dorek.


    Dorek''s eyes widened, and he felt the agony in his stomach even before he could react. He then copsed to his knees in front of Frank. "What..." He gasped.


    "That''s the Draconian martial arts you''ve been making light of."


    Frank chuckled coolly and sent Dorek flying with an upwards kick as he looked on in shock.


    Even as Dorek screamed, he crashed around like a rag dog beforending into the fountain at the square outside Lanecorp Tower. Dorek''s bodyguards were left staring, dumbstruck.


    After all, Dorek loved starting fights, and with the Yimmel family''s importance protecting him, he grew conceitful with each passing day.


    It was why the Yimmels did not let him train in Draconian martial arts-it was to keep him out of trouble.


    Dorek, however, could not care less.


    In fact, he went abroad to learn


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    He had certainly made a name for himself as a hellraiser in Bralog.


    And now, when he heard that Yora Yimmel was going to take over the Lane family, he rushed here to Zamri in the dead of night, challenging Lanecorp security guards to a fight.


    His own bodyguards would be


    beaten up if they dared to say no et


    and they certainly would not doit after getting ustomed to Dorek''s temper over the years.