No 1 Supreme Warrior novel Chapter 47

Our Financial was a well-known financial loan company in Emerdale. Unlike the troublesome procedures of the bank, only an ID card was required to secure a loan from them.

However, the interest rate was also much higher.

Frank had earned his fortune through illegal dealings. He led one of the leading underground factions in the city, and now that he had come this far, he had transitioned into a legitimate businessman.

Although the interest rate was much higher than that of the banks, there were still people willing to risk borrowing money from him. Those who did not deal with the underground factions could not be bothered with it anyway.

Amiability brought about wealth.

However, Frank had been very frustrated recently because his lover's face had been disfigured.

Although women were as disposable as clothes to him, everyone wanted to wear good-looking clothes. Wouldn't you be angry if someone cut a hole in your outfit?

Wouldn't he need to pay, even if he got another one? It was also embarrassing on a personal level.

Frank was even angrier when he found out that the person who had beaten up his woman was some trash from a third-rate family.

Just as he was planning how to take revenge on the Ford family, the secretary suddenly rushed in in a panic.

"Mr. Perry, bad news. The head of the National Security Agency is here."

When he heard this, Frank nearly jumped up from his seat and broke out in cold sweat.

From the National Security Agency?!

He had never seen anyone from there until now.

In the past, whenever he did something wrong, people from other agencies would come to look for him. Even when he had caused the most trouble, he had only gone to the state agency.

Frank forced himself to calm down and carefully thought about what he had done recently, wondering if he had committed a crime.

But everything was above-board. How could it attract the attention of the National Security Agency?

"Invite him in." Frank hastily straightened his clothes and facial expression.

The people from the National Security Agency were all wily old foxes. He had to pay special attention to what their representatives were saying. If he was careless and got caught...

After a while, a handsome man in a suit and tie strode inside.

What surprised Frank was that this Mr. Warren was so young. He only looked to be in his late twenties.

To be able to climb to this position at such a young age, he either had a strong background or had outstanding abilities.

"Mr. Warren, I'm surprised. You’re so youthful, but you're already in such a prominent position," Frank said with a flattering smile.

"I was just lucky."

Scott smiled insincerely and sat down in front of Frank.

"Mr. Warren, would you like a cigarette?"

Frank paid Scott no heed, and took out a pack of high-quality cigarettes and handed one to him.

"No thanks."

Scott declined politely and said, "I just came to talk to you about something. I will leave after that."

"What is it?"

Frank appeared to be smiling on the surface, but he was actually extremely nervous inside.

"Frank, you've restrained yourself a lot over the years. You've turned your business legitimate, donated a lot of money to charity, and helped many children who couldn't otherwise afford to go to school..."

Scott smiled as he spoke to Frank. However, the more Scott said, the more flustered Frank became.

Scott was just paving the way and had not yet revealed his real purpose of coming here.

"We've all seen what you've done, and approve of your behavior from the bottom of our hearts, but..."

Scott paused for a moment and then continued meaningfully, "Don't act like a villain. There are some thoughts that you need to avoid having."

Frank's heart skipped a beat and his face twitched. "Mr. Warren, can you make things clearer? If I did something wrong, I will definitely change..."

Scott thought for a long time and when he thought the silence had stretched long enough, he said slowly, "Were you thinking of attacking the Ford family?"

"..."

Frank was almost scared to death when he heard that. He did have such a thought, but he had not taken action yet. How the hell would these guys know about that?

Was this guy a mind reader or something?

"I've been wronged. Over the years, I've been solely focusing on making money and doing charity work. Why would I throw all that way for some petty revenge?"

Frank complained, "Besides, I don't know those people."

Scott just smiled lightly. "Frank, don't be nervous. I didn't say I would do anything to you."