After Mr. Creston handed Frank his phone, Frank nodded. "Good, at least you're cooperating. So you can do it yourself!"

Mr. Creston was left befuddled-what the hell?! He was already being so cooperative, and the brat still wanted him dead?!

"Friend, a gentleman is as good as his word," he said. "People would laugh at you."

"Laugh at me?"

Frank chuckled coolly. "Who would dare laugh at me? Also, I think it might happen if I don't wipe out people like you."

"What...!"

As Mr. Creston realized from Frank's calm tone that he was not letting him off the hook, he ran without hesitation.

But to Frank, he was slower than a tortoise and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Frank then whipped out Mr. Creston's phone and called the number in it.

answered the call. "Hey,

way she greeted him as if they were old friends. "Reverend Quietus, I presume? Why don't

doesn't like a handsome face? Here, I'll send you my address-come

hung up right after, and Frank headed over to the address

a beggar dressed in rags, standing

the piece of cardboard she was holding, which read: Read your fortune

and took a bagel,

beggar was just putting up an act,

if it was an act, at least he had a laugh for

his kindness somehow upsetted the beggar, who pushed the bagel away and snapped, "What,

be kind, he was

take his bagel, even whipping out a broom while snapping,

beggar stood akimbo and was fearless. "Hit me

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