The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"That kid too? Hmph!"

The fettered geezer in a corner of the cell shook his head exasperatedly.

What good was throwing a punch when it only relieved their frustrations for a second?

All it really got them was a world of pain, and was that worth it?

The geezer was hence pursing his lips, sighing at Scarface's brainless actions that would earn him disproportionate retribution.

However, even the geezer had to admit that he was itching for this at this very moment, his long dormant heart felt a strange anticipation. Clang.

Dropping the branding iron on the floor, Frank glanced at his reddened palm for a moment before tearing the leather shackles off his wrists.

Then, as the inmates in the surrounding cells looked on, he walked straight toward Tigris and said calmly, "Take me to your leader. I'd like to talk to him since I have pressing matters elsewhere-I have no time to waste here." His calm, arrogant words left the inmates shocked.

"Shit, who's this character?"

warden?

buzzing crowd and

from the way Frank freed himself that Frank was a martial artist, but even martial artists did not get to

above his pudgy cheeks, he growled, "You brat... If you want to die sooner, you don't need to bother the warden. I can

his tone sinister as he pointed at

"Oooh..."

was gasping in surprise at Frank's demand, and even the fettered geezer was staring at Frank in

just could not understand where this

dared to take

happened in the ten years since the geezer was

"You asked for this!"

was left

projecting his pure vigor and materializing a steel gauntlet as he launched