The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Seeing that the Blood Wolves were ready to run away, Frank moved to stop their leader, Terry 'Ted' Cotton, from doing the same.

He had to admit that he appreciated the man, especially since he had been overly dramatic with that punch earlier.

And yet, Ted quickly recognized from that single strike that he and his gang would never win against Frank, and he surrendered unconditionally. That alone made him a decisive person.

"Trying to run? Well, too late." Frank returned Terry's threat word for word but soon smiled. "Anyway, this isn't everyone in your gang, is it?"

"What...?" Terry was sweating bullets at Frank's question-was he going to attack the Blood Wolves now?!

Still, he gulped and braced himself to answer. "You're right, sir. We're just a small cell of the Blood Wolves... there has been some disagreements in the gang, and I had no choice but to move here with my boys..."

Really?" Frank moved closer, rubbing his

Ted could not care less about spilling the beans

Bleeders, the Wolvens, and the Blue Fangs. Of the three, the Bleeders are the strongest, and their two leaders are the overall bosses of the Blood Wolves. They

are the hired muscle, and there's no lack of martial artists among them, but they're nothing to

head awkwardly. "We're the weakest. We have the numbers, but we don't have any martial artists among our ranks after all.

having had enough bloodshed, me and the bosses of the other two gangs agreed to jointly establish the Blood Wolves, and things finally calmed down until days ago, when the Wolvens' boss was assassinated under mysterious circumstances. With all three gangs suddenly at war again, I brought