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.

with

if I were a common thief! Frank Lawrence here has not only spared my

just some pointers from Frank a couple days ago, he

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

that 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 even as he tried

is going on?” His heart skipped

Had he been poisoned?!

in time as

effort to stabilize his breathing while

White was actually telling the truth. He did manage to poison Frank Lawrence, and his vigor’s circulation is being

already, Frank!” She laughed

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 turbidness followed suit, numbing his body and slowing his

Lawrence, you’ve slain one of our brothers and insulted Ms.

be begging for us to end

black-clad man who struck Frank just now bellowed, his fingers hardening with vigor as