The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Hux's face fell at the sight before him, and he took a step back somberly.

He might be just a mob boss, but he had done his homework and knew about every young martial elite in Morhen. After all, he did not rely solely on his own influence to reach where he was today— he had to be able to read people and the room, or he would be dead before he knew it if he messed with someone he should not.

Even so, he had idea who Frank was—Frank was not from the Four Families of Morhen, and he did not recognize Frank's face from Skyrank.

A martial elite from out of town, perhaps?

While hesitant, Hux composed himself following his shock, his eyes flashing sharply as he snapped, "You can hold your own in a fight, kid—I'll give you that. But you don't get to lord over everyone else just because you can throw a punch. Can you still hold your own against guns? Or are you fast enough to dodge bullets? Hell, I've seen many martial elites like you who'd get full of themselves just because they were good, and all of them got killed before their time..."

Hux's eyes then narrowed dangerously. "With no exceptions.”

Despite Hux's threat, Frank appeared unaffected.

worried—Hux was right, being good in a fight was pointless

Would he be able to defeat thousands, let alone

if you can fight? You have no connections or authority, and you'd just be getting down on your knees and begging Mr. Darman soon

was it? Actually, I've heard the same speech over a dozen times and my ears have grown

as you can see for yourself, I'm still standing here. See, I really hate it whenever someone starts browbeating others because they have power,

Hux's cheeks clenched, having no idea what to say to buy

might have influence, but against a tough nut like Frank ready to kill in an instant?