The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Clang!

A black-clad man’s machete struck Frank squarely in the neck, only to resound with a metallic clang.

“What?! Projecting your vigor… You’re actually Birthright rank?!”

The old man’s jaw could drop from shock as he looked on.

But it was not over yet—Frank seized the black-clad man’s wrist and crushed it, while seizing his chipped machete and sending two other black-clad men’s head flying before landing with their shocked faces intact.

“I’m here to help, Mr. Lawrence!”

Suddenly, there was a burst of wind as Burt Yorkman, wearing a ragged black suit, charged inside.

He vaulted like a crane before assuming a tiger’s pose, quickly dispatching two black-clad men.

Quinn shrieked, shaking with rage when she saw Burt helping

Sage Lake Sect’s beck and call for years, but all of you kept me at arm’s length as if I were a common thief! Frank Lawrence here

definitely gifted—with just some pointers from Frank a couple days ago, he immediately mastered new

black market. And yet, Burt wielded it with the ferocity of a real tiger, unstoppable even as he charged through the ranks of the

was when Frank suddenly felt an aching between his brow and a bizarre sensation welling up the pit of his stomach—his meridians felt blocked

going on?” His heart skipped a

Had he been poisoned?!

thought struck him. He could not move in time as

stabilize his

He did manage to poison

She laughed coldly. “It’d at least spare

realizing what was wrong just then—in his meridian nexus, there was a turbidness that kept affecting the flow of his vigor. Wherever his vigor reached, that

of our brothers

for us to

Frank just now bellowed, his fingers hardening with