The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

When the bodyguard heard the word 'hostages', his pupils dilated, revealing his thoughts.

For a veteran martial artist like Madfist, that could well be an admission.

He was now clearly stubbornly refusing to speak, and the panic on his face was from fear of reprisals.

Hence, Madfist eased his grip around his neck and gently coaxed, "You know about the hostages and where they are, but you can't talk. After all, you'd be made to suffer if you betray Droitner Inc., right?"

The bodyguard gulped and nodded slightly, even as Madfist still held his neck.

"But have you thought about it this way...?"

Madfist grinned. "That you'd suffer anyway if you don't talk?"

"Huh?!"

at Madfist's threat, even as Madfist held up two fingers right in

eyes and feed them to you, then crush your groin under my foot. After that, I will pry off

colleague just next to them, he would

"Naturally..."

out without killing you. That way, you don't know

mental fortitude crumbled, "T-They're in the basement! I once saw the secret mechanisms under the desk, which opens a secret passage... It's guarded by several martial

the bodyguard looked at him, desperate to survive, he

Crunch!

that, another

"Argh!"

Johnny's legs buckled as he dropped in sheer terror

he have expected that the first day on the job meant

body repeatedly to flee, his legs had gone totally

life, seeing that you've led me here-but don't stay as Droitner Inc.'s lapdog from now on,