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    "W-What..."


    Fredo was left stunned by the imposing sight before him-there were over hundred men-in-ck who stood in formation with poise and vigor. And 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 themissioner offered that motivated Carlo Group into traveling all the way from the minds 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 ce on the pecking order."


    With a firm p on Fredo''s shoulder, he strode toward the square in front of Zamri Hospital, where a Lanecorppany 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 Zamrimissioner was so wary about Frank and was only sticking to indirect means to weaken Frank''s influence on the city.


    It was clear that Frank''s strength was not something the average faction could hope to match.


    The number of martial artists under hismand 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 bring me down? Who knows, I might be able to offer constructive suggestions if I''m in a good mood."


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    Although Frank was smiling, his re was murderous, leaving Fredo flinching.


    In fact, he had no idea what happenedter, 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


    on


    Kramer, a pudgy man with a mole his face was in the main seat, chuckling as he clinked sses with


    Carlo Barzini, who had a scaron his face.


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    "Congrattions, 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 ss 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 ce like Zamri!"


    The rich and important figures around the table raised their sses, 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.


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