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.

he did not forget to kick another goon

Crack!

despite the limp, but he suddenly heard the

sticking out of his chest, and dropped to the ground in

"What?!"

sight of the goons being mercilessly sliced

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 ruthless. So how were they

the first to come to his senses. "We have to get out of here... He's a martial artist! We'd never win!" Even as he said

"You're running?"

promptly picked

dropped to the floor and turned to find that the machete had sliced his leg clean off

bled and howled in pain, Frank