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.

chuckled coolly. "There's no need to

then appeared all over the two-floored scaffolding, all of them training their

a taste of my power!" a staticky voice

amplifier standing at a corner,

said? There's no need to get killed for this... But well, you see, my boys are all

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

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

shocked. "You're

was so

chuckled. "You're

coolly. "And here I thought you have both the brains and the brawns... But

their bolts

hand, instantly catching

"Argh!"

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