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.

traitor!” Quinn shrieked, shaking with rage

all of you kept me at arm’s length as if I were a common thief! Frank

some pointers from Frank a

Tiger Fists was one of the most common techniques found even in the black market. And yet, Burt wielded it with the ferocity of

suddenly felt an aching between his brow and a bizarre sensation welling up the pit of his stomach—his meridians felt blocked even as he

is going on?” His heart skipped a

Had he been poisoned?!

could not move in time as a black-clad man’s

took Frank great effort to stabilize his

White was actually telling the truth. He did manage to poison Frank Lawrence, and

and beg already, Frank!” She laughed coldly. “It’d at

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

one of our brothers and

for us to

man who struck Frank just now bellowed, his fingers hardening with vigor as he attacked Frank