The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Tch."

Frank withdrew his fist, clicking his tongue with a look of dissatisfaction.

In fact, everyone around him could see that he was dissatisfied because he did not go all out.

Frank then turned, staring at the martial artists who were standing around, frozen stiff, their jaws almost dropping.

"What's so surprising?" he asked. "Oh, and I don't have to pay for any of that, right?"

Mr. Zoran nodded blankly at Frank's question.

Frank then looked up at the giant plasma screen overhead. His face was on the screen along, with a seemingly endless line of question marks where his punching strength should be shown.

Frank stared at it, frowning, before turning toward the petrified Tijil. "So? Does that mean I win?"

was staring blankly at Frank, unable to say a word as he nodded stiffly like a robot. "Well, that works

clapped him on the shoulder before beckoning at Scarface, Mona, and Kat. "Oh, and by the way, sorry for breaking that boxing machine, Mr. Zoran. My apprentices will come by in another

or anything. Do it to the martial artist who was murdered instead, and remember to

stare, even Sanne-the most untameable member of Thousand Isles Guild-was

pompous like before, she and the other Thousand Isles Guild members were utterly quiet, only

not to

left proudly with Scarface, Mona, and Kat in tow.

Frank was gone, Tijil's knees buckled, and he dropped

turned stiffly toward the boxing machine Frank broke, immense fear showing clearly

dared to breathe, dropped to his knees as he turned toward Tijil in terror, seeing the

"What was that, Godfather?"

was that,

Guild members gathered around Tijil just then, trying to find out what Tijil was trying to say. "Transcendent rank... That man just now... is of

"What?!"