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

as if they were old friends. "Reverend Quietus, I presume? Why don't we meet up, if you

mind." The woman laughed too. "Who doesn't like a handsome face? Here, I'll send you my

Frank headed over to the address that was soon sent to

in rags, standing in front of

of cardboard she was

sighed and took a bagel,

could tell that the beggar was just putting up an

an act, at

pushed the bagel away and snapped,

the stall owner could be kind, he was no

bagel, even whipping out a broom while snapping, "You want a piece of

fearless. "Hit me if you

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