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She reacted instinctively, launching countless popsicles, but could not stop it! But just before it struck her, Frank was suddenly in front of her and launched a punch at the taxi.
Crash! The taxi shattered resoundingly, with spare parts and steel scraps shooting toward the skies before raining down all over the place. That left Drea further puzzled. "Why would you kill your own friend?" Frank was vicious, but Drea could see that he had principles. In fact, he was plenty patient with good people, so why do this? Still, Frank smiled, while holding up his left hand. "You're getting the wrong idea here—that taxi isn't my friend's fault." He clenched his palm, catching a man out of thin air and pulling him right in front of himself.
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The man Frank left on the floor was seething, gritting his teeth as he struggled against Frank control.
Even so, he simply could not get up.
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Frank then asked coolly, "Shouldn't you at least give your nbefore you die? Otherwise, it'd all be for nothing." The white-haired man thought about it, and replied, "My nis Faust Chomsky. Now do it!" "Faust Chomsky? Any relation to Zark Chomsky?" Frank abruptly remembered Zark, whom he had met the other day at a bar-could he and Faust be related? Faust frowned. "You know Zark?" Frank nodded. "We met just once, but I think I can say we're friends." "No, that's impossible!" Faust shook his head repeatedly. "My cousin would never befriend someone like you!" Frank had an idea what was going on. "Letguess. Someone told you toe after me, claiming that I'm a villain?" Faust did not answer, so he continued, "Then why don't you tellwhat they describedto be? You're dying anyway-why not let it all out before you do? Don't you agree?" "Colorsurprised!" Faust snapped right "Not only do you pillan , but you're a mas ape and likes being cursed too!" S who Drea smiled in wry amusement. "Him? Rape and pillage? Look at me! I'm beautiful, but he still isn't interested!" Faust glanced between Drea and Frank but could see that neither were lying.
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