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

laughed at the way she greeted him as if they were old friends. "Reverend

too. "Who doesn't like a handsome face? Here, I'll

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

a beggar dressed in rags, standing in front

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

sighed and took a bagel, holding it out

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

if it was an act, at least

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

the stall owner could be

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

stood akimbo and was fearless. "Hit me if you dare, or

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