Frank strode up. "Oh, but you don't have to look for us. You're not leaving anyway!"

He strode up and punched Gashface unconscious.

When Gashface woke up, he was tied to a pillar with nylon rope.

There was a table with plates of meats of all varieties nearby, with Jada, Laura, Frank, and the burly proprietors all sitting around it and feasting.

Laura appeared apologetic, however. "I should be treating you to a meal at a proper restaurant, to be honest."

Jada smiled, shaking her head. "Don't worry about it. Mr. Frankton can fork out a hundred million at will, so he really wouldn't care!"

"Now that you've mentioned the hundred mil..." one of the proprietors asked sheepishly. "Do you really have the money? You should just leave if you don't— don't let that prick exploit you!"

Though the other proprietors nodded in agreement, Jada chuckled. "Don't worry. We're obviously going to keep our word!"

straight—I'll sue if the money isn't wired to my account! Even if it's no capital crime, you'd still be in jail

going to be popular

her mug of

"You bitch! You're dead once I'm

"Free, you say?"

flung her mug on the ground and kicked him straight in the

let up just yet, however-waking him by splashing cold

even have tears to cry now. "W-What the hell do you want?! Just kill me already, and stop

you say

pressing the heel against his face and cutting into it, leaving

on Gashface's neck, and even an

telling why she was so confidently ruthless, but

this, bitch. You're screwed too if you kill

would get out of hand, the proprietors hurried up to Jada and tried to talk her out of it. "There's no reason to go that far for scum like him. Let's think

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