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 elderlyblack-clad man with a gray beard bellowed as he alighted, glaring at Frank haughtily. "You'll pay foryour 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 doyou 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, reappearingright 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 oldman squarely in the belly!

"Kneel!"

His vigor purified as it shot out, the single strike left the old man coughing blood and dropping tohis 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, hisexpression 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 respiratoryvessels 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, burninghim alive.

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

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

"Urgh..." The old man was sweating all over as he flinched in terror—the techniques and abilitiesFrank 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 heproved 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 gonow?"

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!