Even as Frank shook his head, he soon had a better idea and told Bravo, "How about this? You


    probably won''t have any use for thisnd right after reiming it from the Szars. Why not rent out


    thend and the factory along with the machines to me? I''ll pay you ten percent more than what the


    Szars paid you before."


    "What?!" Bravo gaped and shook his head firmly. "No, absolutely not!"


    Frank frowned in turn. "What about twenty percent?"


    "No, you misunderstand, Mr. Lawrence." Bravo quickly understood that Frank had the wrong idea when


    he raised his price. We''d never charge you the price we charged the Szars—it''d be going against


    our conscience."


    He then added, "So, how about this? We''ll only charge you the rent for using ournd. The factory and


    the machinery didn''te from our money anyway, so you can have it on the house. Don''t turn us


    down now, Mr. Lawrence, or you''d be disrespecting myself and Mr. Stinson."


    Seeing that Bravo was determined, Frank nodded exasperatedly. "Fine. But I''ll still give you a ten


    percent cut on any products manufactured here—I''ll be needing some muscle for security."


    "No problem!" Bravo agreed to it right away. "Here''s to a pleasant partnership, Mr. Lawrence!"


    "Yeah." Frank nodded, splitting up thest treasures of the Szars with just a few exchanges. -


    Donald Szar only found out that his men were chased out of the factory a dayter.


    Crash!


    He sent his te of food flying to the floor, leaving his wife in stunned silence.


    "Jaud White, you ipetent piece of shit!" Donald cried even as he knocked the entire dining table


    over before coughing up blood and copsing unconscious.


    Everyone was terrified and promptly did everything to resuscitate him.


    After considerable effort, he recovered, when one of his men came in. "Sir, Bocek Ocean and his


    daughter are asking to see you."


    "Bocek?" Donald was delighted that Sage Lake Sect made contact.


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    Bocek came days ago and took the Goldeater Cane, but they had not heard from him since. Donald


    certainly had reason to believe Sage Lake Sect abandoned them.


    Show them in!" Donald cried even as he scrambled to get off the floor.


    However, just as he seated himself, he was left staring as Bocek limped inside, needing his daughter''s


    mutual assistance to walk.


    Donald''s pupils widened right then. "What''s this?"


    Bocek said he would be using the Goldeater Cane as bait to set a trap to kill Frank.


    Why had he and his daughter returned, looking beaten up?!


    "Ahem..."


    Bocek hacked violently even as he took his hand off Quinn''s shoulder, struggling to straighten himself


    as he turned to Donald. "Mr. Szar, my daughter needs a favor—please transport us back to Sage


    Lake Sect."