"The Salazars have set a trap!" Bravo bellowed furiously. "We would've fallen for it if we didn't have Mr. Lawrence with us!"

Then, turning toward Frank, he asked, "Are those threads..."

Frank was chuckling coolly upon a closer look. “They make up the outermost layer, and it's been laced with the sap of the Araneus Floret. Once you touch it, you'll lose consciousness before you know it, but it won't kill you."

"It's child's play,” he added. "Just keep your blades in front of you and flail around. Make sure not to get the sap on your skin. You'll be safe that way."

"You heard him, boys!" Bravo turned toward his men and barked, "Don’t let the threads reach your skin!"

With that, he led the way, swinging his machete endlessly before him to cut off the threads. "Hmmm...2"

In the factory, Jaud White had just gotten off the phone with Donald Salazar, and he frowned.

He could sense the perimeter threads being touched and sneered—Kurt Stinson's men had really come to reclaim this patch of land.

and he would not allow them a

his feet, he took a pill the size

made from the poison dart toad's mucus. Matched with the Araneus Floret, none of you are making it inside this factory! The

against his lounge chair, looking like he

it was Bravo

moment, his

he brandished his machete and

"What's wrong, Mr. Lambert?!" On the other hand, Frank could tell immediately

to the floor at breakneck speed while tapping the

panting as if he was almost

asked, "A bear? What are you talking about,

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