The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Renard chuckled coolly, presuming that it had to be the only reason.

As one of the Ten Hellions of South Draconia, his might was naturally above questioning.

Moreover, he was actually in his sixties, and he actually looked like a younger man since he had always maintained his training routine.

And since there was no one who had reached the Ascendant rank below sixty in Draconia, save for the freaks of the major sects, Renard prided himself with his accomplishment. Moreover, those major sects would always keep their freaks close, hiding them within their respective enclaves.

They would certainly not allow them to run around causing trouble just like Frank here.

What was that if not suicidal?

"Brat, I don't know who has your back, but I'll spare you if you go down on your knees, kowtow to Mr. Droitner ten times, and surrender the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom."

Frank, who was already sick of such threats, chuckled coolly. "What, not feeling confident about yourself?"

Renard smiled in turn. "I'm giving you a chance to live, since I don't

why don't

toward Renard, seemingly

focused on Renard either, as he turned toward Huub in the distance. "So, this geezer is your

arrogance. "You'll be sobbing when you fall before me and understand what

glowering as he could see that

of pure vigor and launching it

move of Ascendant ranks, projecting their

ground and held up a hand, breaking

"Hmm...?"

he saw how easily Frank broke his

"Get him!"

to get going impatiently, seeing how insolent Frank

focusing them into his hand as