Chapter 1767

"What's on your mind, kid?" Meanwhile, both Frank and Madfist had arrived at the exhibition hall. It was not congested, but there was a crowd nonetheless, with many foreigners among them. Droitner Inc.'s goons and bodyguards were on hand to take care of security. One could easily spot them from their uniforms, which all had a large 'D' pin on their lapels. Frank was riding shotgun and thought about it before answering, "Thanks to the information we've gathered, the exhibition lasts a week, and Huub will be present every day. So, I'll stay here and deal with him." Pausing, he turned toward Madfist and added, "As for the hostages… I'm afraid I'd have to trouble you." As a veteran martial artist, Madfist had no arguments against that. However, he was frowning. "I have no problems with splitting up, but do you know where the hostages are?" "That's easy." Frank alighted, and as Madfist looked on, he walked straight toward one of the Droitner Inc. bodyguards. He said something to