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.

woman answered

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

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

hung up right after, and Frank headed over to the

dressed in rags, standing in front of

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

a bagel, holding

tell that the beggar was just putting up an act, but her hunger was

act, at least

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

be kind, he was

certainly would not insist that the beggar take his bagel, even whipping out

his surprise, the beggar stood akimbo and was fearless. "Hit me if you

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