Chapter 37

"Where are my Mother and Sister?" Franklin clenched his fists.

However, Frans seemed to greatly underestimate his nephew. Although Franklin's appearance was far from his expectations and made him a little surprised, Frans still tried to appear calm and normal. Because Frans realized, he was no longer facing Franklin—the package delivery guy, but Franklin as a man who was already familiar with weapons and drugs.

"So, this is how you are now, Son?" Frans put his hands in his pants pockets. "Not a whining kid anymore, huh?"

"Hurry up and tell me, you bastard! Or I'll shoot your head!"

Frans laughed harshly. The damp and stuffy room bounced Frans' voice so loudly and echoing. Seeing Frans' increasingly annoying response, Franklin drew his weapon.

"If you kill me, you won't meet your Mother." Frans sneered. "In this building it's not just us, Franklin. The killers will finish off your Mother if my voice is no longer heard by them. Which means, you killed me."

Clara, who was on the side, wh