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"The Salazars have set a trap!" Bravo bellowed furiously. "We would've fallen for it if we didn't have Mr.
Lawrence with us!"
Then, turning toward Frank, he asked, "Are those threads...?"
Frank was chuckling coolly upon a closer look. "They make up the outermost layer, and it's been laced
with the sap of the Araneus Floret. Once you touch it, you'll lose consciousness before you know it, but
it won't kill you."
"It's child's play," he added. "Just keep your blades in front of you and flail around. Make sure not to get
the sap on your skin. You'll be safe that way."
"You heard him, boys!" Bravo turned toward his men and barked, "Don't let the threads reach your
skin!"
With that, he led the way, swinging his machete endlessly before him to cut off the threads.
"Hmmm...?"
In the factory, Jaud White had just gotten off the phone with Donald Salazar, and he frowned.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe could sense the perimeter threads being touched and sneered—Kurt Stinson's men had really
come to reclaim this patch of land.
However, he was here, and he would not allow them a step inside this building.
Rising to his feet, he took a pill the size of a fingernail and ignited an eerie blue candle.
He watched as the candle's smoke wafted away from the factory, chuckling. "This candle is made from
the poison dart toad's mucus. Matched with the Araneus Floret, none of you are making it inside this
factory! The smoke will cause you to hallucinate so badly that you'll start cutting down your friends!"
With that, Jaud reclined against his lounge chair, looking like he had won.
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The blue candle's smoke soon wafted beyond the factory, and it was Bravo who got struck first since he
was leading the charge.
He paused for a moment, his gaze quickly losing focus.
Then, without a word, he brandished his machete and turned toward Frank, lunging at him!
All his men were left stunned when they saw him behaving weirdly. "What's wrong, Mr. Lambert?!"
On the other hand, Frank could tell immediately from Bravo's unfocused gaze and wobbling pace that
he had been poisoned.
He knocked Bravo to the floor at breakneck speed while tapping the acupoints on his temples and his
ears rapidly.
Bravo instantly came to his senses and was panting as if he was almost killed. "What the fuck... Who
let a bear in here?!"
A miniboss quickly asked, "A bear? What are you talking about, boss?"
Bravo did a double take and turned toward the factory entrance. "What do you mean? It was right
there!"
"It's a fear-inducing hallucinogen, possibly the Stiffheart Fruit or the three-tailed scorpion's poison.
Wait!"
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Frank paused as he smelled the poisonous smoke wafting through the air and promptly turned to the
goons behind him. "Back off! Cup your face and don't breathe! It's a hallucinogenic compound cooked
from the poison dart toad's mucus!"
Every goon behind Bravo promptly pinched their nose at Frank's orders. Even Bravo, who was still on
the floor, quickly raised his head and used both hands to hide his face.
"Hah!" Frank bellowed as he charged his Five-Peat Archaeus, his vigor purifying as he dispelled every
hallucinogenic particle in his body.
Turning toward Bravo and his men who were staring helplessly at him, he gritted his teeth and
snapped, "Withdraw! The smoke is going to last for a while. Shall I deal with that bastard for you?"
"Wait, Mr. Lawrence—"
Bravo was just going to speak, almost forgetting that he had to cup his nose and mouth.
As he quickly cupped them again, Frank barked, "Listen to me. Get out of here—you can come in when
I call for you!"
And with that, he leapt into the dark factory alone.
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