RankNovelAfter 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?"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFrank chuckled coolly. "Who would dare laugh at me? Also, | think it might happen if | 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.
A coquettish woman answered the call. "Hey, buddy!"
Frank laughed at the way she greeted him as if they were old friends. "Reverend Quietus, | presume? Why don't we meet up, if you
don't mind?"
"I certainly don't mind." The woman laughed too. "Who doesn't like a handsface? Here, I'll send you my addresse visit
She hung up right after, and Frank headed over to the address that was soon sent to Mr. Creston's phone.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe found himself staring at a beggar dressed in rags, standing in front of a bagel stall.
She pointed at the piece of cardboard she was holding, which read: Read your fortune here!
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