Shaking her head, Jouri said, "I'll get someone to move the sculpture. It's going to be difficult to recover the head, though any trail would have gone cold after so long."

Frank nodded. "Just try your best-it doesn't matter if you actually find it. Life's like that."

Soon, Jouri's people arrived, but just as they packed up the statue, several Toyota Land Cruisers came bounding toward them.

A group of wights alighted—it was the most appropriate term for them, what with their dried seaweed-like skin, droopy eyelids, and lifeless eyes.

They were basically limping too, like they were going to keel over at any moment.

Their leader was none other than the punk who had mocked Frank earlier, laughing himself silly when he leaned forward and saw that Frank and Jouri were still around.

"And here I thought you'd run scared." He sneered. "But you're really flattering yourself, staying here and waiting for me! I won't hold back since you want this so much!"

He and the wights jumped down. Though they encircled Frank and Jouri, they did not attack, as the punk continued to gloat. "I don't like bullying the weak. Just get down on your knees and apologize and let me have the chick-and everything will be fine."

Frank and Jouri traded glances and laughed out loud.

Not even the most stereotypical thugs

you? You're obviously afraid that people would talk.

here in Shagan. No one knows what their boss is thinking too, since he insists

boys have never liked fighting anyway, and we have respect for that man's philosophy even if we don't

If you're scared, just say it out loud? Also, that man you're talking about

what factions could

were all pushovers, so it did not take much brainwork to understand

"Him?!"

punk laughed even harder than Jouri. "Are you kidding

nove

man of destiny who wields the power of

him, you'd all

at Frank,

amazing, but these

cut the crap," he

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