The room was permeated with the smell of gas as Frankie took a sip of hot tea and lit a cigarette, placing it between his lips.

The man standing beside him frowned. "Are you trying to take me down with you?"

Frankie fell silent, then spoke. "Don't worry. As long as you promise to spare my wife and child, I'll comply with your wishes."

To avoid unnecessary trouble, the stubbled man wanted Frankie to take his own life. That way, there would be no traces leading back to them. Frankie understood their intentions.

The man nodded and left without saying more.

As soon as he reached the bottom of the building, a loud explosion echoed from above. Evidently, Frankie's home had exploded. His steps hesitated briefly before he disappeared into the night.

Little did he know that someone else had their eyes on him as he left the residential area. The people brought by Ruth were also watching Frankie, aware of the man entering Frankie's home.

Frankie's tragic fate was inevitable. The Crimson Or