Urban Ultimate Overlord

Chapter 4: Shape Without Soul

"Sister, you're soft-hearted again." Manami Bean glared at Morwenna Bean. Her sister was good at everything, except for being too soft-hearted. In the business world, being soft-hearted was a big taboo. "You should make that jerk suffer a bit so he can see his true frog identity. Otherwise, he'll stick to you like a stubborn bandage, what will you do then?"

"Okay..." Morwenna Bean looked worriedly in the direction where Frederick Morgan had left. She could only hope that the people from Lane would go easy on him.

Frederick Morgan naturally had no idea what Morwenna Bean was thinking. If he knew, he would surely say that it's Lane that should pray for blessings, not him.

Lane had always had a bad reputation in Angmar City. When the taxi driver heard that Frederick Morgan wanted to collect a debt from Lane, he immediately wanted to kick him out of the car, not wanting to accompany Frederick Morgan to his death.

After much persuasion and offering more money, the driver reluctantly agreed.

But this also made Frederick Morgan more curious about the background of Lane and how it could make people so afraid.

Soon, the car arrived in front of Lane Building. There were a dozen big men wearing security uniforms, holding electric batons, loitering in front of the building, all of them were burly and strong.

This scene looked intimidating, but Frederick Morgan just smiled disdainfully.

At a glance, he could see what kind of people were in Lane.

"Just a bunch of small fry..." Frederick Morgan squinted his eyes. These people appeared to be very strong but were actually weak. If they were placed in war-torn Africa, they wouldn't survive half an hour.

Because they had no discipline.

Frederick Morgan's confidence grew stronger. But to his surprise, when he stated his purpose, those security guards just smirked and let him in without stopping him.

It was good that they didn't stop him, he could save some energy. Frederick Morgan thought for a moment and stepped into Lane Building.

The receptionist of the company was a heavily make-up beauty. When she saw Frederick Morgan enter, she just glanced at him and continued to play with her phone.

"Hello, I'm looking for your boss." Frederick Morgan squinted his eyes.

"Do you have an appointment?" The beauty with heavy makeup asked indifferently.

"No." Frederick Morgan shook his head.

The beauty looked Frederick Morgan up and down and then said casually, "Then please leave, our boss doesn't have time to see you."

Frederick Morgan smiled faintly and didn't say anything.

He punched the marble reception counter.

"Are you crazy..." The beauty was a little angry. Was this person mentally unstable?

But then, a cracking sound made her stop talking.

In front of her, the marble reception counter cracked with spiderweb-like cracks centered around Frederick Morgan's fist.

"Is your boss available now?" Frederick Morgan asked calmly.

The beauty swallowed her saliva and silently dialed the phone number of Mr. Hudson.

"Mr. Hudson..., someone... is looking for you." The beauty looked at Frederick Morgan in horror. She didn't know what Frederick Morgan's fist was made of, but she knew that the reception counter was made of marble without a doubt.

"Who?" Alexander Hudson immediately sensed that something was wrong with the beauty.

"Morwenna Bean's husband." Frederick Morgan said.

"He says he is Morwenna Bean's husband."

In the office, Alexander Hudson got up from his female secretary. His eyebrows furrowed tightly.

Morwenna Bean's husband?

When did Morwenna Bean get a husband?

"Let him come up." Although he was puzzled, Alexander Hudson was not so easily intimidated.

"The office is on the 18th floor." The beauty said timidly.

"The 13th floor?" Frederick Morgan thinks. This Mr. Hudson of Lane was quite interesting.

He even dared to set up his office on the 18th floor. After all, most people wouldn't even dare to mention the number 18 as it was considered unlucky. After all, the number 13 was associated with the hell.

Those who lived in the hell were the evilest among the evil spirits. It seemed that Mr. Hudson saw himself as the king of ghosts.

Since you see yourself as the king of ghosts, then today, I, the dragon god, will come and kick your ass! Frederick Morgan smiled, a spark of determination flashing in his eyes.

"Go, let Knife and the others come over." Alexander Hudson ordered the female secretary.

"Okay." The female secretary nodded and opened the door, only to see a resolute face.

It was Frederick Morgan

Frederick Morgan entered the room. Alexander Hudson, a robust middle-aged man with a scar on his right face, was climbing up from his female secretary. He was wearing a plaid shirt, unbuttoned at the chest, revealing his solid chest muscles.

"What should I call you?" Alexander Hudson gave Frederick Morgan a once-over and asked.

"Frederick Morgan"

Frederick Morgan frowned, feeling uncomfortable with the lingering smell in the room.

"Did you come to collect a debt?" Alexander Hudson lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and asked lightly.

"Yeah." Frederick Morgan nodded.

"Do you know where the last person who came to collect a debt from me is now?" Alexander Hudson asked.

"I don't know." Frederick Morgan shook his head, scanning the furnishings in Alexander Hudson's office.

"He is in the hospital now with six broken ribs, hmm... and a ruptured tendon. He probably will spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair. Do you think he's miserable?" Alexander Hudson looked at Frederick Morgan with a mocking gaze, as if he were looking at a monkey.

"Miserable, very miserable." Frederick Morgan scratched his head and sighed.

"Do you still want to collect the debt?" Alexander Hudson exhaled a smoke ring and asked."Yes!"

"Ahem"

Alexander Hudson was dumbfounded by this word. Is this guy an i***t? He already said that, and he still dares to say "yes".

"Brother, have you lost your mind?" Alexander Hudson stubbed out his cigarette, stood up, and asked fiercely.

"No." Frederick Morgan shook his head calmly and said, "Mr. Hudson, it's only natural to pay back debts. I can let go of what you did before, but now that I'm here, I suggest you take out that money, principal and interest."

Alexander Hudson smirked cruelly, "And what if I don't want to?"

Frederick Morgan suddenly grinned and said, "Then I'll make you want to."

"Knife, come in!" Alexander Hudson slammed the table, causing the ashtray on the table to buzz.

The door was pushed open, and seven or eight sturdy young men rushed in.

"Break his legs." Alexander Hudson pointed at Frederick Morgan calmly. He had never seen such an ignorant i***t before. In Angmar City, it was always him, Alexander Hudson, who demanded debts from others. Who would dare to approach him?

At the words, the seven or eight young men revealed a ferocious intent and surrounded Frederick Morgan from left and right.

They had followed Alexander Hudson in Angmar City for many years, and over these years, they had gained some notoriety by being ruthless.

Fighting and brawling were their daily routine.