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 rage when she saw Burt

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

some pointers from Frank a couple days

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

a bizarre sensation welling up the pit of his stomach—his meridians felt blocked

is going on?” His heart skipped a

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,

great effort to stabilize his breathing

He did manage

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

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

slain one of our brothers and insulted

for us to end

just now bellowed, his fingers hardening with