The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Oh. Uh...."

Draco was left stumped by Frank's retort, but he soon shook his head repeatedly. "No, absolutely not! Mr. Lawrence, every inmate here is a depraved scumbag who has committed atrocities! If you let them out-" "That's bullshit!" Scarface suddenly barked, seemingly finding courage out of nowhere. "I'm no scumbag! I'm only here because of my brothers!"

Then, he turned, sneering at the two flunkies cowering and trembling down the hallway. "It's all because those two pricks refused to pay up after having fun with a lady at a karaoke bar. Heck, they were so drunk that they ended up massacring a dozen people. As their boss, I naturally had to settle the matter myself..."

"Oh, I get it."

Frank nodded and chuckled. "So because you tried to reach a settlement, you ended up here? That's just embarrassing."

Scarface was left rubbing his nose at Frank's diss and explained in embarrassment, "Well, I can't help it. The officer handling the case got a little harsh, so I beat him up. And then those two, seeing that I'm on their side, forced themselves on a woman as the officer watched.

part-time there, and they'd have killed her if I didn't stop

nodded at Scarface's story-the man

Frank was also interested in Scarface's

unbelievably frail now, he was a martial artist-and a Birthright-ranked one at that, so it was a waste to

him at Lanecorp's health and safety department, so that he could help Lanecorp's development. Frank was even more sure of his choice after hearing the bonehead's story of

get Scarface out of here, even though the

a corner of the cell. "Wait, aren't you...

I've long since abandoned that title. Right Just an old man who's barely

"No way!"

grasped the steel bars of the jail cell, "You were praised as a prodigy fifty years ago, born and often, but trained diligently in the way of the fists. After that, you and the friends you made along the way