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.

goons, who were all still standing, collapsed

of them lay prone,

him

would not lie after seeing what happened

"I'm just your

goon could cry

to floor the Lionhearts' well-trained goons

would ever

Frank really was a

leader, gulping as he asked, "A-Aren’t you going to kill me?" "I don't like

very presence being a threat to his survival—it