The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Hah!" Mickus snorted. "This is just a perfectly normal deal. Also, you're only the chief of the Martial Alliance because you used your body to pleasure many bigwigs, no? Why else would someone like you get to be the chief of the Martial Alliance?" While Mickus' mockery left Silverbell bristling, Frank remained impassive as he held up three fingers and counted. "Three."

"What, are you for real?"

Mickus was actually surprised that Frank was counting down but soon snorted in contempt. "I pity you, having a whore as a fiancee. Who knows how many men she's had to spread her legs for=" Smack!

Frank had suddenly slapped Mickus across the face so quickly he could barely see it, shutting him up.

"One." He counted at the same time amid the ensuing silence.

"What..."

Touching his burning cheek, Mickus' expression alternated from disbelief to flushed fury.

hit me?! With that dirty paw of yours?! Don't you

crazed, pointing at Frank while shouting at the Clear Winds Pavilion apprentices behind him, "Don't just stand there! Take him down! I will cut

Winds Pavilion apprentice turned their sights on Frank and charged

"Watch out!" Silverbell cried.

Frank was, but she could not stop herself from

as he looked up. "Since you're so eager to get it from me won't mind playing

toward the Clear Winds Pavilion apprentices, moving so quickly that he was a blur that none could keep

appeared one moment and disappeared the

as he watched the Clear

from their noses after having their faces punched in, and there was even one clutching his groin and rolling around in

none of the pompous apprentices who encircled

glowered as he watched them lay around the floor, screaming and howling, before looking up at a blinking