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.

"There's no

scaffolding, all of them training their

taste of

an amplifier standing at a corner, while

it you said? There's no need to get killed for this... But well, you see, my boys are all hunters, and they know where to aim. And I just need you crippled!"

moment that they would be bringing

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

was left shocked. "You're not

earth was this brat, who was so

there to be afraid of?" Frank chuckled. "You're the ones who should

the brains and the brawns...

orders, everyone pulled the trigger, their bolts streaking through the air toward Frank right

smiled as he waved his hand, instantly catching every bolt and launching

"Argh!"

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