Franklin the Secret Courier

Chapter 36

"Where are your heels, Clara?"

The woman who was initially dressed very elegantly from head to toe, now looked like a homeless person after she removed her high heels. After dozens of floors were overcome without injury from the guards, but their bodies seemed shattered from climbing the stairs one by one up to the 15th floor.

"Are you still asking, Franklin? Of course it's because it's been a long time since I exercised using these damn feet. My feet feel a little sore, you know!"

Unlike Clara, Franklin looked just fine. Perhaps he was out of breath, but he was good enough at using his feet to move around. Maybe because Franklin had been used to walking since he was little.

"I'll contact the helicopter pilot, we'd better head to the top of this building. After dozens of floors, I'm not sure your Mother and Sister are here, Franklin." Clara spoke with sad eyes. "They must be there. Frans, he just wants to make us exhausted and unable to fight the enemies whose difficulty levels increa