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.

coquettish woman answered the call.

friends. "Reverend Quietus, I presume? Why don't we

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

up right after, and Frank headed over to the address that was soon sent to Mr. Creston's

found himself staring at a beggar dressed in rags, standing

at the piece of cardboard she was holding, which read:

stall owner sighed and took a

putting up an act, but her

it was an act, at least he had a laugh

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

the stall owner could be kind,

not insist that the beggar take his bagel, even whipping out a broom

akimbo and was fearless. "Hit me if

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