The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu
Chapter 597

Later.

"Here's Room 106. You can stay here."

After getting Kiki settled in his mansion, Frank mused to himself before striding outside.

A limousine slowly emerged out of the dark road, stopping in front of him.

Frank stood there and sighed. "It seems that Hubert Sorano is really bent on dying.”

"Brat, did you think you could come out unscathed after challenging the Soranos?!" an elderly black-clad man with a gray beard bellowed as he alighted, glaring at Frank haughtily. "You'll pay for your impudence!”

"And you'll pay for your ignorance," Frank calmly retorted.

The old man glowered but soon laughed. "Some weaning brat like you threatening me? Who do you think you are?"

"Funny. I could say the same, geezer."

Frank's eyes flashed, and he suddenly shot forward like a lightning bolt without a word, reappearing right in front of the old man.

"What?!"

The old man's glare of disdain froze, caught in disbelief by Frank's speed.

He promptly raised his arms to block Frank's oncoming punch.

However, in just a split second, Frank switched his attack and spread his fingers, smacking the old man squarely in the belly!

"Kneel!"

His vigor purified as it shot out, the single strike left the old man coughing blood and dropping to his knees.

The old man was horrified—Frank had to be the strongest man he had ever encountered!

Even as he thought that, Frank had grabbed him by the neck and lifted him off the ground, his expression impassive as he demanded, "Where is Hubert Sorano?"

"I-I'll never tell you!"

The old man had barely finished when Frank tapped his ribcage acupoint, shutting his respiratory vessels and leaving him purple in seconds.

Then, he tapped his median furrow acupoint, and the old man felt as if his chest was on fire, burning him alive.

Frank's medical knowledge saved lives, but he could use it for interrogations necessary. In fact, his methods would even beat Burt Yorkman's interrogation techniques in terms of effectiveness and horror.

"Are you going to talk now?" Frank asked coolly as he withdrew his fingers. "I still have hundreds of other techniques waiting to wear you down for the night. It'd feel like years, but you'd wish you were dead at every moment.”

"Urgh..." The old man was sweating all over as he flinched in terror—the techniques and abilities Frank displayed were not some Birthright novice like him could fathom.

He thought Frank would be an inexperienced Birthright rank elite since he was young, but he proved to be a different class entirely.

Just two acupoints, and he felt half his life was drained!

"M-Mr. Sorano is in Room 1008 of Ninedell Hotel.”

Frank actually paused—Hubert never left?! He certainly had balls!

As the old man collapsed to the floor on his knees. "I-I've told you what I know. Can you let me go now?"

Frank did not keep torturing him. Instead, he launched a burst of pure vigor from his fingers, piercing the old man's scalp and pulverizing his brain

The Birthright rank elite that Hubert sent did not even last one blow before Frank killed him!

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