Chapter 1768

As the bodyguard slowly stirred, the first thing he saw was Madfist's kindly, if scrawny face. "You're…" He was still dazed at first, before he smacked himself in the head. Then, scrambling to whip out his phone, he cried, "Wait! Someone just said they saw Frank Lawrence. I need to tell Mr. Droitner…" "Kid." Madfist held up his phone, chuckling. "You suddenly passed out, and you broke your phone when you dropped it." "What?!" The bodyguard stared blankly as he took back his phone and saw the hairline cracks all over the screen. "Well, how about this, kiddo?" Madfist smiled. "I'll take you where you'd like to go—although you're paying me a fare." The bodyguard did a double take, but he soon smiled gratefully, almost wondering why Madfist was so oddly nice. "Well… Thank you very much! I need to tell Mr. Droitner that Frank Lawrence is at the exhibition hall right away…" He then mused to himself for a moment before looking up and exclaiming, "Why don't you take me to Mr. Droitne