Chapter 974
Frank continued, “Why don’t you call Gus and ask if he knows the name Frank Lawrence?”
Blackfive was left doubtful just then-he was at best a fringe acquaintance of the family and could never afford to mess with Gus. Even as a retainer, Gus’ words held sway over Zico Sorano, the head of the Sorano family, making him one of the most important executives.
And anyone who messed with a friend of his… nine lives would only last that long.
With that in mind, Blackfive took out his phone.
Though he was staring at Frank warily, he threatened, “You’re dead if I find out you’re lying!”
He then dialed a number. “Yes, yes, yes, it’s Blackfive… Could you help me reach Mr. Zeller? No, it’s something urgent. It’s his friend…”
Everyone else waited for a long while, and it was not until Kat started to get impatient that Blackfive hung up.
Once he did, he was left spacing out for a long while with a sour look on his face.
Eventually, he turned to give Frank an awkward stare, and everyone looked on in shock as he dropped to his knees, kowtowing reverently to Frank!
His sweat was trickling to the ground in fear even as he cried, “I-I apologize for speaking out of turn! Please don’t hold it against me!”
After all, Gus himself answered his phone call and told Blackfive in no uncertain terms that he would be coming over to kill him if he laid a finger on Frank!
Finding out that Gus was that protective of Frank left Blackfive sweating buckets and rejoicing he never attacked Frank.
If he did… it would really be over for him! Frank really was Gus’ friend!
“Then can I leave now?” Frank asked shortly and loftily.
“O-Of course!” Blackfive nodded repeatedly as he came to his senses, flashing a fawning smile.
“Dad! Why are you letting them go?!” Baldie cried in complaint.
“Shut up!” Blackfive promptly slapped him across the face, leaving him on the verge of tears.
He would never dare to breathe a word now and was even smiling fawningly as he watched Frank and the others leave.
Frank then paused. “Oh, and about damages…”
“Oh! Right, yes, of course.” Blackfive promptly whipped out a gold card from his pocket, smiling. “There’s five hundred grand in here, Mr. Lawrence. You can use the money at this bar and consider it my compensation…”
Frank did a double take-he actually was going to ask how much he had to pay, but Blackfive got the wrong idea and thought Frank was coercing him instead.
After a moment of silence, Frank took the card anyway.
Given how Blackfive behaved around him now, the man would not accept any compensation.
If anything, taking the gold card would actually offer him peace of mind.
And to no surprise, Blackfive was a lot less apprehensive after Frank took his gold card, even getting his goons to get in line, forming a guard of honor as Frank and the others left.
“Please come again!” he exclaimed after them.
The bar guests who remained were all left gaping as they watched Blackfive bend himself backwards, and it was especially the case for Pico, the bar owner, and Soren’s bootlickers.
They certainly had never heard of Blackfive behaving like such a loser, let alone witnessed it!
