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.

Yorkman! You traitor!” Quinn shrieked, shaking with rage when she saw Burt helping

of you kept me at arm’s length as if I were

Frank a couple days ago, he immediately mastered new

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 the

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

is going on?”

Had he been poisoned?!

He could not move in time

stabilize his breathing while Quinn looked

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

She laughed

a turbidness that kept affecting the flow of

Lawrence, you’ve slain one of our brothers

begging for us to end

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