Chapter 2781

Reading Frank's hint, the beefcake was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly before asking, "How shall we cooperate?" Frank directed them to stand in a line and snapped his fingers. Their clothes ripped apart right then, with cuts and bruises showing all over their bodies but without any pain! The beefcake frowned. "What's this? Are you trying to recruit us as helpers for your magic show?" Frank waved him off. "This is just misdirection. Now head on back and tell your boss you've all gotten beaten up—you'd be fired without problems." Everyone nodded and did as Frank told. Soon, a Mercedes E300 cruised toward Frank, screeching to a halt beside him. A short middle-aged man alighted, flanked by two scrawny men. The middle-aged man then snapped at Frank, "Are you the one who beat up my boys?" However, he showed no sympathy for his men—if anything, his eyes flared with contempt. Frank nodded and asked in turn, "Are you the Mr. Crosby who's trying to buy the homestay cottage?" "What's