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

of them lay

clapping him

would not lie after seeing what happened and asked fearfully, "W-Who are

"I'm

goon could cry right

Lionhearts' well-trained goons in under five minutes without breaking

ever

Frank really was a typical passerby, their

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

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