The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank stood his ground, waiting.

As the first goon swung his machete, he suddenly moved as fast as lightning when the tip of the blade was inches from his nose.

Helen could not see what he did, but the goon was suddenly screaming and on his knees, his machete already in Frank's hand.

Even before the goon could catch his breath, he screamed even as he watched Frank raise his foot. "N-No!!!"

Nonetheless, Frank sent him flying with a kick, leaving his chest sunken and no longer able to scream.

He was clearly dead!

Clang!

At the same time, Frank had nonchalantly raised the machete behind himself, parrying the machete of another goon trying to blindside him.

He pivoted and punched the goon in the head so hard that he smashed it in.

not forget to kick another goon in the shin,

Crack!

The goon dropped his weapon and tried to flee despite the limp, but he

of a machete sticking out of his chest, and

"What?!"

of the goons being mercilessly sliced through like

did not expect Frank to be that good-their goon friends had ruled the streets for years and were each as bloodthirsty as they were

get out of here... He's a martial artist! We'd never win!" Even as he said that, he

"You're running?"

and promptly picked up a machete, which he

screamed even as he dropped to the floor and turned to find that the machete had sliced

howled in pain, Frank ignored him