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!

three goons pale and traded glances but charged

not even move his feet as he

moms, everyone around them was actually caught

growled through his teeth–Dee’s goons were

Dee frowned, caught off guard by Frank’s strength. “How dare you hurt my boys! You’re dead meat!” He promptly whipped out his phone to call more

and straighten him out!” The bystanders nearby quickly told Frank in turn, “Kid, you really should go. Dee has over a

damn even when it was Flying Sword Sect, and that lot had over hundreds

brat always been collecting protection money

Frank nodded. “No one will,