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 when she saw Burt helping

years, but all of you kept me at arm’s length as if I were a common thief! Frank Lawrence here has not only

was definitely gifted—with just some pointers from Frank a

fact, Tiger Fists was one of the most common techniques found even in the black market. And yet, Burt wielded it with the ferocity of a real tiger, unstoppable even as he charged through

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 a

Had he been poisoned?!

even as the thought struck him. He could not move in time as a black-clad man’s fingers reached his

Frank great effort to stabilize his breathing

truth. He did manage to poison Frank Lawrence, and his vigor’s

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

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

one of our brothers and

begging for us to end you soon

bellowed, his fingers hardening with vigor as he attacked Frank