Bojo shoved the thug aside and snorted. "Ain't no way that happened. The way I see it, it's you brats who can't even carry out simple orders!"Then, turning to his men, he barked, "Go! Beat up that man to a pulp, but stay away from that woman."Bojo was clearly knowledgeable enough to recognize that Whitney was the village chief.Bees were small but they could sting—if Bojo really dared to hurt her, no one would be there for him.Nonetheless, Frank strode in front of Whitney, shielding her while meeting Bojo's glare fearlessly. "So, you're the boss of these dicks? And who's your boss?""Impressive, kid." Bojo snorted. "You're the first man I met who isn't scared despite being outnumbered. Well, if you want to know who my boss is… you might find out if you could reach me—alive."With that, he waved his hand, and his goons all charged at Frank.Frank did not dodge, and his movement was nonchalant as he arrived in front of Bojo in the blink of an eye, the shockwave from his movemen
Along the way, Frank suddenly said, "I'm feeling sleepy. I'll take a short nap—just wake me when we're there.""Oh, okay," Bojo replied, holding back a smile since he must not show his delight at the moment.Five minutes later, Bojo called out tentatively, "Sir…?"Seeing that Frank was not responding, he promptly whipped out his phone and sent a text while driving.He kept sliding peeks behind him, worried that Frank would notice.Fortunately, Frank never noticed anything even after he sent his text.Bojo sighed in relief—it was Frank's own fault! He started this, so he had to get rough!-Around 7 PM, the old van drove into a textile factory near Chandlerton, stopping inside a warehouse without shutters.Frank looked on as Bojo gingerly alighted and dashed outside, and he only alighted when Bojo was completely gone.He looked around and chuckled coolly. "There's no need to hide, boys. Come out!"Eight men then appeared all over the two-floored scaffolding, all of them train
Moreover, if they were local, they would not ever be showing up, even if Frank could wait until hell froze over. But that was fine!Frank swung his arm, breaking Bojo's left arm with the side of his palm."Argh!!!" Even as Bojo screamed, Frank growled, "If you do something like this again, I'll kill you!""Yes, yes, yes—I won't do it ever again!" Bojo cried. "I'll deactivate my number so they won't be able to contact me! This won't ever happen again!"However, Frank shook his head. "Don't do that yet. Give me your phone!""Wait, you're just a rival here to steal my business?" Bojo sighed but was still afraid to complain. "You could have just said so earlier! I would've let you have it!"Frank rolled his eyes. "I'm not in this business. I'm just here to investigate. Remember—don't tell anyone, or you'll do time for the things you did!"Bojo seemed to realize it with a start when he heard the phrase 'do time' and quickly said, "I get it! Don't worry, I understand—I'll cooper
"What is it?" Frank asked."Those loan sharks have been messing with my dad for so long," Jason said with a huff. "I want to make them pay!""What a coincidence." Frank nodded. "I was going to find them too. I even made a loan and got one of their SIM cards. When they come demanding payment, we can just follow them back to their lay.""Well, I'm counting on you."Jason nodded and grinned. "Let's have a drink—to be honest, I don't know how to thank you!"Frank was not that shy anyway, and went with Whitney to Jason's home.Miles was pointing and snapping at his son through tears when he saw him. "You have the cheek to come back?!"Jason dropped to his knees with a thud, crying, "I'm sorry, Dad! I shouldn't have left you alone for years! Please forgive me!"As he struck his head audibly on the ground, Miles walked up to stop him.He was only human, and his son was back anyway."How have you been all these years?" he asked. "Did you get full meals? A roof over your head? Were yo
Seeing that Frank was silent, Miles snapped at his son, "You're always trying to recruit people, but you never talk about salary!""Oh, right! I forgot!"Jason quickly added, "My family owes you after you helped our family big time… How about five hundred grand a year after tax?"Frank smiled but stayed silent—forget five hundred grand, he would not even care about five billion.At his level, money was really not worth anything.And seeing that Frank was still silent, Miles promptly said, "That's enough. He has his own plans, so quit trying to recruit him. I even heard Whitney saying that he's not short on money!""For real?" Jason was immediately interested."For real!" Whitney joined in. "He's paying me twenty grand in rent per month. Don't even think about trying to recruit him.""That's amazing! You really can't tell from appearances!" Jason exclaimed, earnestly happy for Frank instead of getting jealous.-After they had eaten, Frank and Whitney were on their way back wh
Frank then told Jason, "Just a couple of men will do. They won't be sending anyone important here to negotiate—we have to keep them on the hooks to rein in the big fish."Jason nodded in agreement. "You're right! You must have thought this through!"Early next morning, Jason arrived at Whitney's mansion in his Range Rover to pick Frank up.After Frank got into the car, Jason cleared his throat, and the two youths sitting behind promptly greeted him, "Good morning, Mr. Frankton!"Frank turned to find that they were both wearing tight trousers and loafers while sporting buzz cuts—the run-of-the-mill look of a typical hooligan.On top of that, Jason had to tell Frank, "Don't judge them by their appearances—they can hold their own in a fight."Frank was not sure how he should react to that.Nonetheless, along the way, Jason asked, "There's something I don't get—the address stated on the app has to be where their company operates. Why don't we just charge in, instead of doing this in
Jason nodded. "Of course I'm sure! I've told them to stay hidden while you come with me to check out the situation, and then we can beat them up after if we want to. Let's go!"With that, Jason drove Frank all the way to an abandoned factory on the west side of town.The two hooligans had clearly been waiting there for a while, and they waved at Jason and Frank when they saw them, hurrying to their side."How's things?" Jason asked."We've been watching the whole night," one of them reported. "At least twenty cars drove in there!"Jason nodded and turned toward Frank."This is most likely their base."Frank nodded, pointing at the distant town. "The land here is worth its weight in gold—they would have demolished a rundown factory ages ago. But just to be sure, I will go in and check. You boys wait here."With that, Frank headed around to the back of the factory, leaping over the wall.He immediately saw a rundown seven-floored office building and heard a rush of footsteps whe
Frank strode up to the geezer, seizing him by the neck and lifting him up in the air. "So, you're the owner of Easy Credit Service?"As the two women with the geezer realized what was happening, they tried to call for help but were instantly knocked out by an invisible force.At the same time, the geezer tried to speak but could not say the words, even as he felt like he was inches from death."Speak!" Frank snapped, impatient."Y-Yes… Please," the geezer pleaded. "We're not enemies, right? Don't do anything stupid!"Frank smirked. "Do you know Stanley Durban?""W-Who's that?" "You don't know him?"He certainly could not hide his confusion from Frank's eyes, and Frank was left puzzled too. Was he barking up the wrong tree? "What about Chandlerton and Lipton Hill?" He pressed nonetheless.The geezer shook his head repeatedly—he did not know where those places were."I get it now!"Even as Frank realized that the geezer had nothing to do with Stanley, he suddenly flung hi