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

scaffolding, all of

a taste of my power!" a staticky voice

standing at a corner, while Bojo himself

he laughed over the speaker. "What was it you said? There's no need to get killed for this... But well, you see, my boys are

they would be bringing real guns-guess

asked, "Well, what are you waiting for? Do

left shocked. "You're not

who was so

be afraid of?" Frank chuckled. "You're the

brawns... But it turns out you're just an idiot! Don't let space out,

their bolts streaking through the air toward Frank

smiled as he waved his hand, instantly catching every

"Argh!"

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