The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Both Vicky and Helen had more or less realized that keeping the spiritron vein was not necessarily good for them, especially as it brought them endless troubles. Losing it in time was, from a point of view, the smart move.

Frank understood what Silverbell was thinking.

Only a major organization like the Martial Alliance and their supporters had the strength to keep it-giving to Frank as he was now would harm him instead. "What should we do now, Frank?" Vicky asked worriedly.

"Sit back and do nothing," Frank said after thinking a long while about it, glancing between Vicky and Helen. "If someone can track the precise location of the spiritron vein, that makes it their problem and not ours. The city of Zamri is already a mess because of the spiritron vein, so it's not time for us to take the stage just yet. At this point, the ideal move is to take the loss and pretend nothing happened, and carry on as usual."

Both women nodded at Frank's words.

Over the next month, Frank had surmised from various information gathered by Lanecorp's health and safety department that the battle for the spiritron vein got way worse.

There were countless martial artists dying under inexplicable circumstances every day, with fresh corpses found everywhere.

Cloudnine Sect and Hundred Bane Sect had fallen, their corpses dumped unceremoniously

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