Along the way, Frank suddenly said, "I'm feeling sleepy. I'll take a short nap-just wake me when we're there." "Oh, okay," Bojo replied, holding back a smile since he must not show his delight at the moment.

Five minutes later, Bojo called out tentatively, "Sir...?"

Seeing that Frank was not responding, he promptly whipped out his phone and sent a text while driving.

He kept sliding peeks behind him, worried that Frank would notice.

Fortunately, Frank never noticed anything even after he sent his text.

Bojo sighed in relief-it was Frank's own fault! He started this, so he had to get rough!

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Around 7 PM, the old van drove into a textile factory near Chandlerton, stopping inside a warehouse without shutters.

Frank looked on as Bojo gingerly alighted and dashed outside, and he only alighted when Bojo was completely gone.

and chuckled coolly. "There's no need to hide, boys. Come

appeared all over the two-floored scaffolding, all of them

have a taste

and saw that there was an amplifier standing at a corner, while Bojo himself

no need to get killed for this... But well, you see, my boys are all hunters,

for a moment that they would be bringing real guns-guess he had overestimated

arms, he asked, "Well, what are you

shocked. "You're

brat, who was so calm and composed despite the

of?" Frank chuckled. "You're the ones who

coolly. "And here I thought you have both the brains and the brawns... But it turns out you're just

bolts streaking through the

as he waved his hand, instantly catching

"Argh!"

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