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, breaking

Crack!

flee despite the limp, but he suddenly heard the sound of

to find the tip of a machete sticking out of his chest, and dropped to the ground in

"What?!"

mercilessly sliced through like vegetables left Clark and Gable

ruled the streets for years and were each as bloodthirsty as they were ruthless.

come to his 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 petrified

"You're running?"

Gable and promptly picked up a machete,

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

pain, Frank ignored him and turned