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.

shaking with rage when she saw Burt

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

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

in the black market. And yet, Burt wielded it with the ferocity of a real tiger, unstoppable

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 to project

What is going on?” His heart

Had he been poisoned?!

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

effort to stabilize his breathing while Quinn

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

already, Frank!” She laughed coldly. “It’d at least spare you

affecting the flow of his vigor. Wherever his vigor reached, that turbidness followed suit, numbing his body and

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

for us

fingers hardening