The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Before the Zamri Martial Alliance branch manager could tell Frank about the other rounds, a staff member came running over, whispering something into the manager's ear. The manager was soon frowning, as he had an express order from the chief of the Martial Alliance to personally attend to Frank, an honor not reserved for many. However, his staff informed them that there were martial artists causing trouble, which left the manager in a dilemma since he could not just abandon a VIP like Frank. Still, seeing that the manager was having trouble deciding, Frank shrugged and with a smile, told him to go attend to the trouble-he and his friends could look around themselves. The manager was actually surprised that Frank was so agreeable, but he also breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm really sorry about this, Mr. Lawrence. I'll be right back once I sort out the mess."

After conveying his earnest gratitude, the manager headed upstairs with the staff member.

For his part, Frank was not concerned about the disturbance and presumed it to be some disturbance concerning the qualifiers. Instead, he turned and gestured for Scarface, Mona, and Kat to queue up for their turn on the boxing machine. As Frank himself had the Martial Alliance's recommendation, he did not need to take part.

He took a seat on the bleachers, staring upward at the plasma screen overhead.

Currently, a martial artist named Zac Horne would be taking his turn.

He was a Zamri police officer and a Birthright-ranked elite, and his punch weight almost reached 2,000 pounds, almost reaching the bar set for Ascendant-ranked elites.

were left gasping and cheering as Zac's

artists were all ogling

cutting a lonely figure as he

your average

single look was enough for Frank to see that he was

Ring...

looks at

graying, place among the Birthright-ranked elites, surpassing

"Almost 2,600 pounds!"

an uproar when

his eyes as he watched the elderly man leave the boxing machine, clicking his tongue