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Naruto Clay Death Soldiers
The night grew deeper.
Having childishly stalked for a while without tracking anything, walking a bunch of roads for nothing, Lip fxxked Mandy outside for a round before returning to the Gallagher house.
On the first floor of the Gallagher house, the lights and TV were still on.
Frank had taken quite a few pills and was lying on the sofa in a daze.
Samantha hadn't left. Not long ago, she had put Chuckie in Frank's room on the second floor, while she stayed by the sofa on the first floor to keep Frank company.
Seeing Lip, Samantha immediately greeted him warmly. "Hi, you must be Lip, right?"
Lip glanced at Frank on the sofa, a clear look of disgust appearing on his face instantly. Hearing this, even though he guessed who Samantha was, he still asked back grumpily, "Who the fxxk are you?"
Hearing this, Samantha sighed silently, feeling that none of Frank's children were easy to get along with. However, because they had just met, Samantha held back her unhappiness, kept smiling, and introduced herself.
After listening.
"Frank is your problem, not ours," dropping this sentence very coldly, Lip couldn't be bothered to say more to Samantha and walked quickly upstairs.
"..." Samantha sighed silently again, really not knowing what to say.
Second floor.
Ian, who was lying in bed waiting for Lip to return, heard Lip's voice and immediately got out of bed and left the room.
Seeing Lip, Ian hurried to speak. "I have something I want to tell you. Let's talk outside."
Lip had walked for most of the day outside today and was very tired, only wanting to lie down. He hesitated. "Can't it wait until tomorrow? I'm too tired."
Ian shook his head with a serious face.
Lip had no choice but to agree.
Soon, the two arrived outside the exit on the second floor.
From this position, they could clearly see Carl's new house.
Lip blinked, uncontrollably hating that bastard Dexter even more. "Spit it out, what do you want to talk about?"
Ian didn't waste words and got straight to the point. "About your suspicion last night, you have to drop it. You absolutely cannot go look for trouble with Dexter..."
Ian rambled on for a while, including the fact that he had sought out Mickey and Mickey had asked Dexter about it, telling everything.
Lip smoked one cigarette after another, listening to Ian's words...
To be honest, Lip was really a bit scared, a bit afraid, but he wasn't resigned to doing nothing. "Suppose what Mickey said is true, and Dexter really admitted it."
"Then we have to prove this fact even more!"
"Otherwise what? Dexter torments us like that, and we just endure it and do nothing?"
Ian was actually very cowardly. "It has to be this way, otherwise what do you want to do? Do you want to die? Someone like Dexter, who can hire people to chop off Frank's arm, can do the same thing to you!"
"Do you want to lose an arm? Or a leg?"
Lip hadn't forgotten how difficult life was after Jimmy broke his leg back then. Now, hearing Ian say this, and associating it with himself being like Frank, losing an arm or a leg...
Hiss~~
Lip didn't dare to imagine.
This night, under the moonlight, Ian and Lip talked for a long time.
Finally, Lip, who had chain-smoked several cigarettes and whose throat was about to catch fire, expressed that he needed to think about it carefully.
The conversation between the two brothers didn't reach a definitive conclusion.
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A new day.
Early in the morning, the sunlight was already quite bright.
Debbie was thinking about Frank's matter, so she specifically got up early and then hurriedly woke Carl up. "Carl, wake up quickly, we have to go find Fiona."
It was only 6:30 in the morning. Carl hadn't slept enough and was incredibly sleepy. It took him quite a while to recover before nodding to Debbie. "Okay."
Before long, the two went downstairs and headed straight for the back door. As a result, they saw an interesting scene.
They saw Samantha already busy in the kitchen making breakfast, acting as if she were in her own home.
To be honest, Debbie didn't like this scene and didn't want Samantha to be so comfortable in this house... Fundamentally, Debbie never considered Samantha a real Gallagher family member.
But, Debbie thought about it, and for the sake of breakfast, she didn't say anything.
As for Carl...
Carl didn't care at all.
"Where are you guys going so early?" The fact was, the reason Samantha was busy at this time was indeed because she wanted to perform better so she could stay completely and live in this house.
Debbie and the others felt this house was dilapidated...
Without a house, having always lived on the roadside or in an RV, Samantha, who had almost never had a fixed residence, felt the Gallagher house was very good.
Just like that, Samantha didn't want to leave.
"Going to find Fiona," Debbie replied with somewhat complicated emotions.
Samantha understood instantly and hurriedly encouraged them, "Then go quickly. You must persuade Fiona to change her mind. Whether Frank can survive depends on you guys..."
Samantha talked non-stop.
Debbie wasn't willing to listen. Without wasting words, she lifted her foot and left.
Carl had to follow.
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As usual, Fiona, who only came back around 3 AM, had only slept for a little over three hours. Hearing the knock on the door and being woken up, she couldn't stop a burst of irritability.
Accompanying this irritability, Fiona decisively closed her eyes again and reached out to push Jimmy, telling him to go downstairs and open the door.
Jimmy's temper was truly good. Being pushed awake, he didn't complain, obediently got out of bed, and walked downstairs.
A few minutes later.
Debbie and Carl arrived at the bedroom where Fiona was.
The air conditioning in the bedroom was on, and a cool feeling hit their faces instantly...
Growing up, Debbie had almost never enjoyed the comfort of air conditioning, and she was stunned instantly.
Carl was about the same, immediately deciding silently that his new house must have air conditioning.
Stunned for two seconds, the very envious Debbie snapped back to reality and called out to Fiona. "Fiona, wake up..."
With Debbie calling non-stop beside her, Fiona couldn't sleep even if she wanted to. She had to open her eyes helplessly, sit up, and habitually pick up her phone to check. "It's not even seven yet. What's the matter?"
"The thing Carl called you about last night," Debbie didn't waste words and got straight to the point. "Frank is really going to die. Just help him..."
The words entered her ears.
Fiona, who was so sleepy a second ago she couldn't open her eyes, was instantly wide awake and simultaneously got a headache.
Damn it, Frank first thing in the morning. She really couldn't take it.
Fiona shook her head decisively, refusing very bluntly. "Impossible, Debbie. I will absolutely not borrow money from Dexter for him. Stop talking, I won't agree."
"Fiona..." Debbie naturally refused to give up, her voice choked with sobs as she rambled on.
After finishing, Debbie reached out and pulled Carl, letting Carl speak too.
Carl obediently followed suit. "Fiona, he's my father. A little boy can't be without a father..."
Just like that, Debbie and Carl took turns talking non-stop.
Debbie talked more, Carl talked a bit less.
Looking at such a Debbie and Carl, listening to these words, Fiona felt her head was about to explode. She grabbed her hair fiercely with incomparable irritability.
"No matter what you say, impossible means impossible!"
"I can't ruin my whole life for that scumbag Frank!"
"Impossible!!"