The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Releasing streaks of pure vigor, Frank quickly projected a miasma before himself.

Most people would not see it, but the goons could feel their movements slowing even as they charged inside. The weaker ones could not even move at all!

On the other hand, Frank moved quicker while in the miasma.

Pow!

His punches landed rapidly, and five goons were left coughing blood, their bodies stiffening. "What?! C-Could he have completed Birthright rank?!"

The goon on the edge promptly withdrew his leg when he saw what was happening, his face turning pale in shock as if seeing a ghost.

Frank's movement was smooth as a flowing river and inch-precise, even elegant in appearance. As he charged toward the edge of the circle of goons, he would strike with his palm, knuckles, or fingers while each goon still had their weapons raised, leaving them frozen in place.

Then, when he left their encirclement, he sighed, and the miasma of pure vigor faded.

still standing, collapsed

them lay prone,

up to the last goon, clapping him on the shoulder and smiling,

goon certainly would not lie after seeing what happened and

"I'm just your typical

could cry

to floor the Lionhearts' well-trained goons in under five minutes without breaking a

ever believe

a typical passerby, their

he asked, "A-Aren’t you going to kill me?"

eyes despite Frank's very presence being a threat to his survival—it was