Chapter 1393

Seeing the oncoming black Mercedes, a thug in a singlet quickly turned and ran inside the temple to report, "Boss, he's here!"

"Shit, so that's why he's not haggling—he's filthy rich!"

There were over a dozen thugs, but they were the least important thugs there ever were. Even the boss was only in his twenties, and his hair was dyed in a variety of colors.

As Frank alighted and was heading towards them, he raised his metal bat and pointed at Frank pompously. "Stop right there! Not one step closer!"

"Okay, okay…"

Frank threw up his hands and surrendered while subtly looking around for the elderly man with a steel mask covering half his face.

"Where's the money?"

The thug boss frowned as he studied Frank just then.

"There's no briefcase in the car, boss!"

A thug had rushed over to rummage through the black Mercedes and did not find any briefcase containing money.

"Shit, you're fucking with us?!"

The thug boss was at once furious, raising his baseball bat and ready to enforce