The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

A death aura was already surrounding Frank, even as Bocek suddenly applauded.

He looked down upon the black-clad corpses all over the place and snorted. "I thought these incompetent fools would at least hurt you... I didn't think you'd have helped.”

Just then, Bocek glanced at Aion Fairfax's granddaughter, whose face was flushed as she panted. Aion was himself struck on the shoulder, and his cheeks were pale.

"I wonder, how much vigor do you still have?" Bocke then chuckled, clasping his hands behind his back. "How would you fare against me now?"

"Cut the crap!" Aion’s granddaughter snapped right then—it seemed that she was completely on Frank's side now, although she was wobbling and exhausted.

"Thank you both for the assistance. I'm awash with gratitude,” Frank said with a brief glance at the two as he walked over the black-clad men's corpses up to Bocek, who still stood with his hands clasped behind his back.

"This is my business now. Please leave as soon as you can.”

"Give up already, Frank!" Quinn snapped. "You can't even stand straight now!"

However, she was the one who could not help taking a step back as she was already traumatized with Frank, and he looked especially savage now as he was covered in blood.

over a hundred Sage Lake Sect martial elites, and Quinn looked at Frank as if he were

"I know you have no vigor left. What do you have to bluff with when you're at death's door? Just

vigor? At death's door?"

foreboding sensation gripping

anything left after slaying over a

then was

his eyes, Bocek barked, "Still

his hands together, his eyes blood red as a wave of pure vigor of the same color suddenly bursting away

"What?! This is..."

Bocek flinching, and Aion was stunned as

he doing, Grandpa?"