Gashface snorted. "Take a look in the mirror, brat. You think you have what it takes to bring him down?"

Frank pointed at the scars on the proprietors' foreheads. "See for yourself!"

Gashface turned to see them just then.

He was assured that they would be on the floor, kowtowing until they broke their skulls and died, but they were perfectly fine!

"No, that's impossible!"

Refusing to accept reality, Gashface promptly called Crewcut... but he did not answer, no matter how many times Gashface called!

Gashface had paid a deposit-logically speaking, Crewcut would come to see him

to get the rest once he accomplished his task.

Crewcut not answer the

one answer-that the brat in front of him

look on Gashface's face, the proprietors were

because you sent some witch doctor after us? Quit

are you hollering

you have the power to do it, there's still no reason for you to destroy the building!

more worried about not being alive to

insist I buy it from you, you'd have no more leverage while a ton of

to admit that Frank knew the rules of

apartment project was nearing completion, and at this point, his best option was to finish it on his own. While it was

his hands, everything he had done before could

you have the money?" He snorted at Frank. "I can tell, you know—you're not from money, even if you prostituted

"Name a price and your bank

lady! Don't talk like you're the

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