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    Knowing that he just had to wait for Borc to run straight into him, Frank quickly drove to ck Mist Bar down at Hale Lane. The ce was exceedingly lively despite it being noon, the bustling crowds giving Frank the perfect cover.


    He just had two drinks by the bar when he sensed a familiar presence approaching.


    Naturally, it was none other than Borc, who was at once wary and annoyed.


    He had already been told of his father''s death and felt both immense hatred and terror toward Frank.


    He wanted to leave town right away, only for Baba Yaga to assign him another task-to deliver Fleur Lang''s Mildron Balm.


    Borc almost snapped right then but he had no choice but to carry out his superior''s orders, or things would end terribly for him.


    Arriving at the appointed location as Baba Yaga had told him to, he immediately found the figure by the bar, wearing that silver suit with his back to him.


    Borc did not hesitate to head over to the bar. There''s plenty of people watching, and all he wanted was to get this final task done and leave Zamri.


    However, when he pped the person on the shoulder, the face he saw was one deeply etched into his memory.Belongs to N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.


    "What a coincidence. You came to have a drink too?"


    The man''s faint smile left Borc''s face contorted in fear and disbelief.


    "You..."


    Coming to a realization right then, Borc turned and tried to run, but Frank merelyughed and pointed with a finger.


    There was an audible, horrible crack from Borc''s kneecaps, and he lost his bnce, copsing on the floor. "Argh!!!"


    Borc sweated buckets over his brow as he looked at his misshapen knee in disbelief, wheezing as he turned to Frank. "H-How could it be you?! You''re supposed to be..."


    "What, are you that surprised?"


    Frank chuckled in feigned shock. "What do you think is the fate of a pawn after it serves its purpose?"


    "What...?"


    Borc was left taken aback, but soon hung his head and murmured, "How... How could I be dumped just like that? It''s—" "It''s not impossible."


    Frank finished his sentence, picking him up and taking him out of the noisy bar to the quiet alley behind.


    "I''ll be frank. You''re not going tost another day, but..."


    Frank smiled. "You can tell me where your boss is."


    Seeing Borc''s face pale, he leaned in to whisper into his ear, "If you do, I''ll kill the one who betrayed you, and k could let you die painlessly... Naturally, you could refuse to sell


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    out your boss. Actually, I''d like you to choose that option, since it''s my specialty to make people talk."


    With that, Frank shot a burst of pure vigor into Borc''s body, which crashed around Borc''s internal organs. "Would you spare me if I tell you?"


    Even as he was sweating all over his brow in terror, Borc somehow still clung to hisst hope of surviving. However, Frank was shaking his head and smiling, clearly denying him that.


    "Shit!"


    Knowing that death was inevitable, Borc clenched his knuckles, intent on struggling but unable to.


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    Eventually he gritted his teeth and snapped, "Norsedam! Baba Yaga is in Lake Cove of Norsesdam. Where, specifically, I have no idea... Hell, no one knows!"