The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Oh... Haha... Hahahaha!!!"

After a brief stunned silence, Sanne suddenly burst out in laughter. "That's our majordomo for you! Unleashing such terror from just one punch, he almost broke the Martial Alliance's custom-made boxing machine!" When he was done laughing, she turned to level a smug glare at Frank. "How about that? You can still surrender now, Mr. Lawrence."

"Yeah... Why don't you concede, Mr. Lawrence?" Mr. Zoran asked, taking out his handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his brow. "If you do, the score would be one against one. A draw... so how about it?" He was earnestly asking Frank to concede, since everyone would be happy that way.

Moreover, he was incredibly lucky that Tijil did not directly break the boxing machine, or the damage would be terrible for the Zamri Martial Alliance branch.

Seeing that Frank's party was quiet, Sanne went even further as she provoked them even further. "Weren't y'all so full of it just a moment ago? Why the silence now? Why aren't any of you hollering?" "That's true."

Then, even as the members of Thousand Isles Guild looked on in contempt, Frank shook his head and calmly said, "That score is enough. So I concede, in order to protect the Martial Alliance's equipment, as well as the other martial artists present." "What?!"

The members of Thousand Isles Guild were all frowning at Frank's calm surrender.

brat! I know you want to salvage some dignity, but you said it

conceding, don't you dare use

you really think you could beat

that Frank's so-called concession only incurred the

at him with the worst

"Master Lawrence..."

and Kat were frowning at Frank

just spitting facts here. Let's just give it

just killed. "Just arrange for a proper funeral

the nerve to talk big after losing?!