That very night, Mr. Quaker was in a sour mood and gorged himself on food and alcohol with friends before heading home.

He was just strolling down a lane when someone leapt off the wall, smiling and waving at him.

"Are you crazy?" Mr. Quaker snapped at him, and strode past him.

"Wait! Let me show you my magic trick!"

The man cut him off, hiding his face with his hands while asking, "Guess what?"

"Fuck off!" Mr. Quaker ignored him and tried to walk past him again when that man lowered his palms.

Mr. Quaker flinched and immediately sobered up, dropping on his rear as he was left stunned.

After all, the man's face was suddenly rotting away when he removed his hands. Maggots were crawling out of his cheeks, while his left eyeball dropped out, landing just in front of Mr. Quaker!

However, the man suddenly disappeared.

I must be drunk! I was just imagining it... There's no such thing

to convince himself that he was seeing things and started to forget, the man appeared

"You're so slow!"

man pointed at his legs, and Mr. Quaker looked down to see that he did

bolted, only for the man to

screams resounded in the apartment, as if

the entrance of Frankton Tower, Frank, Jada, and the others were just stepping out of the lobby as

their assassination attempt failed and Frank wiped out

storm. He therefore instructed Jada to keep both eyes open, so that

headlong into another man

as he sobbed, "I'm sorry, Mr.

we know

man exclaimed, flailing

was unsure if he should laugh or cry-it was none other than the indomitable Mr.

tradition, Mr. Quaker had

later, he seemed to have lost ten pounds and had dark circles under his eyes. Stubble grew all over his

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