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

was only one answer-that the brat in front of him had really

troubled look on Gashface's face, the proprietors were laughing all

better-did you think that we'd break just because you sent some witch doctor after

are you

and wheeled on Frank. "Even if you have the power to do it, there's still no reason for you

just money. You should be more worried about not being

it from you, you'd have no more leverage while a ton of responsibility

but he had to admit that Frank knew the rules

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

someone stepped out and took the project off his hands, everything he had done before could

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

strode up. "Name a

lady! Don't talk

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