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?!"

threat, even as Madfist held

eyes and feed them to you, then crush your groin under my foot. After

next to them, he would not be surprised if the old man really did

"Naturally..."

I'll just knock you out without killing you. That way, you don't

I once saw the secret mechanisms under

looked at him,

Crunch!

that, another neck

"Argh!"

the distance, Johnny's legs buckled as he dropped in sheer terror in

could he have expected that the first day on

his legs had gone totally

got to his feet. "Kid, I'll spare your life, seeing that you've led me here-but don't stay as Droitner Inc.'s lapdog from now on, do