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

friends.

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

over to the

beggar dressed in rags, standing in front of a bagel

at the piece of cardboard she

sighed and took a bagel, holding

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

if it was an act, at least

the beggar, who pushed the bagel away and snapped, "What, did you think that I'm

stall owner could be

certainly would not insist that the beggar take his bagel, even whipping out a broom while snapping,

the beggar stood akimbo and was fearless.

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