FakeNovelFrank then asked, "Anyone else have more to say?" There was only silence, so Frank appeared in front of the man who goaded him to destroy the building, demanding, "Will you serve?" Terrified as any troublemaker would be when they were singled out, the man nodded repeatedly, "Yes, Mr. Frankton! I promise that I will serve loyally! Swear to god!" Frank smirked, shaking his head. "Was there a point to swearing? If there is, why would the good die young, while villains live way longer? "Hell, it doesn't matter if you're willing to serve. I'll just pretend that everyone here said yes, and I'll also put it out front-if you don't behave, don't blme for doing what I have to." As everyone was still silent, Jada snapped impatiently, "Are you all mute now?" "Sir, yes sir!" everyone yelled one after another.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Louder! And speak as one! What, are you starving or something?!" "Sir, yes sir!!!" Everyone's voice is louder this tand synchronous.
There was nothing that special about it-people respected strength, and Frank was the strongest among them. Were there any of them who would not cave now? The fact that the shockwave from Frank's punch could collapse a building meant that he was worse than natural disasters. If they did not serve a man like him, would they not be blind? The rest was history.
Thanks to Frank's intimidation, the remnants of BM group were all cooperative until a few days later, when someone caused trouble again! In the end, when the forest was too large, one could not possibly manage every single tree.
Moreover, it was not as if they did not fear Frank-they simply had no respect for Jada! Most of them were convinced that even if they only swore to serve Frank recently, they had what it takes to claim a high poison. As such, why should any of them allow a woman to walk all over them? As such, during a calm afternoon two days later, Jada was going through a list behind the table when she reached Bruce's name.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe six-feet tall brute never moved, however, and he clearly heard his name. Thinking that she had simply mispronounced the name, Jada had the interpreter call his nagain.
There was only silence.
A scrawny man beside him nudged him right then. "Bruce, what are you spacing out for? She's calling for you!" They were friends-though not particularly close, they knew enough about each other. The man understood Draconian just fine, so why did he pretend he did not ? "Don't bother," Bruce snapped at him just then. "I have a plan!" He then stood up, speaking in fluent Draconian, "I don't care about you or what you have to say! That doesn't mean I'm reveling against Mr. Frankton-I just believe that O someone like you doesn't get to lead us!" sŵ Jada seemed to have expected a troublemaker like him, however, and stood up. "Then what should I do to lead? With my fists?" Bruce laughed. "I won't hit a woman-tet's have apetition of speed from here to that building over there and back. If I win, you and I will sit down and have a talk with Mr Frankton!" Jada laughed. "Sure, kid. And I must say that you seem to speak Draconian well." "Of course!" Bruce smirked. "I've been in Shagan since I was twelve and working here for neen years. Now let's cut to the chase-are you afraid of my challenge?" "Why would I be?" Jada remained fearless—be it running or a fight, she was confident that she could make him pay.
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