Chapter 227 Is this also within your calculations?_2

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Several guests, who were sound asleep, opened their eyes, including Veronica, the bartender, all of them gaping in surprise.

"Young man, didn't the High Priest of the district tell you that we're all on the same side?"

"You want to show off your strength, no problem, come at night. I've said there's an auction then, dozens of people will be waiting for you to fight!"

Wayne didn't play by the rules. He grabbed a bar stool next to him and laid into Franco with it, not holding back at all, making Franco scream in pain.

"Stop, stop, I remember where the Philosopher's Stone is," Franco cried.

"You remember so quickly, it must be a fake, you think it's that easy to fool me?"

Wayne swung the chair again, hitting him several times, as Franco, holding onto his legs, pleaded for mercy: "I really remember this time, I'm not lying, the Philosopher's Stone is in the bar."

"Why didn't you do that earlier!"