"The Szars have set a trap!" Bravo bellowed furiously. "We would''ve fallen for it if we didn''t have Mr.


    Lawrence with us!"


    Then, turning toward Frank, he asked, "Are those threads...?"


    Frank was chuckling coolly upon a closer look. "They make up the outermostyer, and it''s beenced


    with the sap of the Araneus Floret. Once you touch it, you''ll lose consciousness before you know it, but


    it won''t kill you."


    "It''s child''s y," he added. "Just keep your des in front of you and il around. Make sure not to get


    the sap on your skin. You''ll be safe that way."


    "You heard him, boys!" Bravo turned toward his men and barked, "Don''t let the threads reach your


    skin!"


    With that, he led the way, swinging his machete endlessly before him to cut off the threads.


    "Hmmm...?"


    In the factory, Jaud White had just gotten off the phone with Donald Szar, and he frowned.


    He could sense the perimeter threads being touched and sneered—Kurt Stinson''s men had really


    However, he was here, and he would not allow them a step inside this building.


    Rising to his feet, he took a pill the size of a fingernail and ignited an eerie blue candle.


    He watched as the candle''s smoke wafted away from the factory, chuckling. "This candle is made from


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    the poison dart toad''s mucus. Matched with the Araneus Floret, none of you are making it inside this


    factory! The smoke will cause you to hallucinate so badly that you''ll start cutting down your friends!"


    With that, Jaud reclined against his lounge chair, looking like he had won.


    -


    The blue candle''s smoke soon wafted beyond the factory, and it was Bravo who got struck first since he


    was leading the charge.


    He paused for a moment, his gaze quickly losing focus.


    Then, without a word, he brandished his machete and turned toward Frank, lunging at him!


    All his men were left stunned when they saw him behaving weirdly. "What''s wrong, Mr. Lambert?!"


    On the other hand, Frank could tell immediately from Bravo''s unfocused gaze and wobbling pace that


    he had been poisoned.


    He knocked Bravo to the floor at breakneck speed while tapping the acupoints on his temples and his


    ears rapidly.


    Bravo instantly came to his senses and was panting as if he was almost killed. "What the fuck... Who


    let a bear in here?!"


    A miniboss quickly asked, "A bear? What are you talking about, boss?"


    Bravo did a double take and turned toward the factory entrance. "What do you mean? It was right


    there!"


    "It''s a fear-inducing hallucinogen, possibly the Stiffheart Fruit or the three-tailed scorpion''s poison.


    Wait!"


    Frank paused as he smelled the poisonous smoke wafting through the air and promptly turned to the


    goons behind him. "Back off! Cup your face and don''t breathe! It''s a hallucinogenicpound cooked


    from the poison dart toad''s mucus!"


    Every goon behind Bravo promptly pinched their nose at Frank''s orders. Even Bravo, who was still on


    the floor, quickly raised his head and used both hands to hide his face.


    "Hah!" Frank bellowed as he charged his Five-Peat Archaeus, his vigor purifying as he dispelled every


    hallucinogenic particle in his body.


    Turning toward Bravo and his men who were staring helplessly at him, he gritted his teeth and


    snapped, "Withdraw! The smoke is going tost for a while. Shall I deal with that bastard for you?"


    "Wait, Mr. Lawrence—"


    Bravo was just going to speak, almost forgetting that he had to cup his nose and mouth.


    As he quickly cupped them again, Frank barked, "Listen to me. Get out of here—you cane in when


    I call for you!"


    And with that, he leapt into the dark factory alone.