The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Eventually, as over a dozen youths from Kat's neighborhood joined the fray, she took down over twenty thugs.

Still, some of them carried machetes and knives, and Kat ended up getting cut in the forearm when one of them caught her off guard.

At her limit, she was panting heavily as she looked around, but the thugs were all down.

"Well done, kiddo!"

"I didn't think old Nash's kid was this good!"

"Your hands's bleeding... Quick, get it bandaged!"

Kat felt warmth unfurling in her heart from all the praise showered her way and puffed her chest as she turned toward the greasy-haired middle-aged man.

"Is that it? Hehehe..."

Somehow, the greasy-haired middle-aged man was not upset or blaming the thugs' incompetence, but was instead laughing... even clapping.

why you're so full of yourself, kid! You're actually a martial artist-half-baked, but I guess it

turn and snapped, "If you get it, then

"Leave?"

for a moment and laughed even more loudly. "Kiddo, I could already see you're at your limit! I almost wanted

out from the heavy construction machinery... and there

greasy-haired middle-aged man smiled at Kat in turn. "I didn't bring much, but I brought all the men I

darkened as she watched the thugs charged

her, her neighbors who were so vocally approving of her were

and laughing even as he slowly walked toward them. "I was being nice, but since none of you knows what's good for you, you can all stay. We just happen to

pale and started backing away, while Kat was left puzzled. "Piles? What's that

behind her tugged on her arm. "He means to drive us into the dirt, like piles. Run, kiddo - these

"What?!"

greasy-haired middle-aged man was within her

instantly, her vigor unfurling as she yelled,