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?"

the warden? Is he

could hear the buzzing crowd

see from the way Frank freed himself that Frank was a martial artist,

you want to die sooner, you don't need to bother the warden. I can help you

with you, Frank said, his tone sinister as he pointed at Scarface. "Get me a car right now. And I be bringing this

"Oooh..."

and even the fettered

where this

not knowing the rules-he dared to take up such

thing had never happened in the ten years since the geezer was brought

"You asked for this!"

was left furious by Frank's

materializing a steel