Nobody saw it coming that this show-off "Brody Oliver" wasn't Paul Randall's student at all.
The guy just borrowed Paul Randall's name, wrapping himself in a fake reputation like wearing a tiger's skin.
Still, you had to hand it to Victor Green for his nerve.
Over the next few days, I stayed put in Hanah.
I hung around there, waiting for whoever planned to take me out.
Two nights passed.
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Randal Tristan and his crew met up again.
They'd worked out a detailed, careful plan, even breaking down Mason Raymond's strengths completely.
"Mason Raymond's power comes from his physical strength. Take away his body, and he's nothing special," Randal Tristan declared.
Swanson Baton laughed. "Physical strength? I don't buy that he's stronger than me."
"Mr. Baton, we get that you're a Cross-training Grandmaster with unbeatable physical power, but this is serious business. We need to be careful, not reckless," someone warned.
