The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Regrettably, Maron was undoubtedly Birthright rank.

His eyes rolled up in their sockets as he slammed into the wall. At that moment, his pure vigor protection sent him bouncing back toward Frank, who was rolling up his sleeves.

"Maron Ocean..." He smiled as he slowly walked up to Maron. "I shall teach you a lesson now myself —you don't get to stand above the rest just because you're well-connected. Sure, it's necessary to have friends when you're out in the world, but you need to be able to hold your own before that!" "Please, no more—Oof!" Maron grunted again as Frank kicked him to the wall again, knocking half of his teeth out.

Watching as he slid down the wall, Frank seized him, slapping him until all his other teeth fell out. "What's wrong, Maron? Done already?" Frank lifted him into the air even as his face was left swollen, grinning throughout.

"P-Please..." Maron kept begging, his words almost unintelligible.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm not done with you yet!" Frank grinned, baring his white teeth.

Crunch.

"Argh!"

Maron's fingers were pulverized even as he let out a blood-curdling scream, while Frank punched his other cheek, leaving his face swollen like a pig!

enough! Not

that they were a blur. Each

the fury he had been bottling up for a while.

for kidnapping

threatening me

insulting me

for being a

to kill your own