The "spring" dripped and dribbled.
"Hey, Frank!"
Frank was concentrating hard on his task when an "enthusiastic" call suddenly rang out behind him, startling his little stream into splitting in two.
"Aaaah!!!"
He spun around on reflex.
Itto had finally caught up with the man he needed to rescue and was about to persuade him to leave together. He never expected to catch Frank in the middle of "relieving himself," and his shout nearly got him caught in the crossfire.
In a flash, Itto twisted sideways, stepped back, and leaped, barely escaping Frank's "firing range."
"Brother Frank, that's dirty! How dare you ambush yours truly!"
Once Frank saw who it was, he recovered from his embarrassment. He hastily put away his "weapon" after a couple of careless shakes and pressed the flush button.
"Oh, it's you. You scared me."
Arataki Itto's performance at the meeting had left a deep impression on everyone present, and Frank was no exception.
But Frank felt no fear toward this underworld boss whom Klaus held in such high regard. He was simply puzzled.
"What are you doing here?"
He looked Arataki Itto up and down, noting the light sweat on his forehead and his slightly anxious expression.
"Don't tell me you're having 'performance issues' too?"
Itto had no idea what kind of "performance issues" Frank meant. He scratched his head in confusion.
"Huh?"
But his reaction only strengthened Frank's conviction. "I never thought someone your age would have the same troubles as men our age."
Frank stepped aside and beckoned to Itto. At that moment, he suddenly felt much closer to this young underworld boss.
"I've been taking Huiren Shenbao from China lately. It seems to help a little. You should give it a try."
With that, Frank started to leave, feeling thoroughly relieved.
"Hey!