The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank nodded. “I do. Now show me your badge–I’d like to see what government department actually runs a protection racket.” “Badge?” Dee frowned.

He did not have a badge and certainly did not belong to any department–he simply brought a bunch of goons around to build a protection racket.

“Give it a rest!” he snapped at Frank. “Pay up, or I’ll make you!” Frank shrugged. “I’m not paying if I don’t see a badge.

“Shit, I gave you a chance.” Dee did not want to waste his breath either. “Get him!” At his order, his goons rushed at Frank.

The crowd around them cleared the way, while the stall owners hurriedly moved their merchandise further back in case they became collateral.

Frank, however, watched in disdain at the goons rushing at him.

He raised his palm, striking the first to reach him on the chin and sending him flying over ten feet!

pale and traded

move his feet as

goons all collapsed to the floor, crying for their moms, everyone around them was actually caught by surprise that the skinny kid was that

Zeb growled through his teeth–Dee’s goons

“How dare you hurt my boys! You’re dead meat!” He promptly whipped out his phone to call

you!” He goaded them. “Call everyone and straighten him out!” The bystanders nearby quickly told Frank in turn, “Kid, you really should

a damn even when it was Flying Sword Sect, and that

that brat always been collecting

Frank nodded. “No one will, from now