Frank snapped at the Turnbull blackguards coolly, "You were sent here, so you should be doing the Turnbulls' bidding as told. I don't care what prejudice you hold against me, but my plan is the best in this situation. So unless you have a better plan, shut up and do as you're told!"

While Frank's attitude drew much shouts of disapproval from the Turnbull blackguards, Jet was holding his gaze and said firmly, "I believe Mr. Lawrence's plan makes sense in this situation. We have the numbers, and splitting up makes searching easier."

"But..."

"No buts," Jet snapped, his brow easing as he said quietly, "This address is close from here. The sooner we secure evidence, the sooner we'll be able to assist Mr. Lawrence."

Turning to level an impassive stare at Frank, he asked, "Right?"

"Right." Frank nodded.

"Good. Let's move!" Jet waved, and all the Turnbull blackguards hurried to the address Frank provided.

Frank himself hurried to Jundo Showtown.

told her to go there alone if she wanted to save

only bringing five of the best Turnbull blackguards and

the Soranos' turf, and a place of

waiter who appeared to have been waiting approached her, leading her to the elevator

the door opened, she was repulsed both physically and mentally as

the rich and powerful took off their clothes and usual facade, under

of here. Pink lights overhead illuminated the worst of humanity, with crowds cheering the scantily dressed women

each arm, and her eyes lit up when she

she promptly bellowed at the

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