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, he did not forget to kick another goon in the shin, breaking

Crack!

his weapon and tried to flee despite the limp,

sticking out of his chest, and dropped to the ground in endless regret. "H-He's a

"What?!"

sliced

years and were each as bloodthirsty

senses. "We have to get out of here... He's a martial artist! We'd never win!" Even as he said that, he had pushed the

"You're running?"

could see the fleeing Gable and promptly picked up a

dropped to the floor and turned to find

he bled and howled in pain, Frank ignored him and