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?"

to say a word as he nodded stiffly like a robot.

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 few days to try again, is that alright?" "What? Right, okay..." Mr.

have to kneel and apologize to me or anything. Do it to the martial artist who

member of

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

for today. Remember not to behave so pompously from now

Frank left proudly with

knees buckled, and he dropped limply on his

stiffly toward the boxing machine Frank broke, immense

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

"What was that, Godfather?"

that,

find out

"What?!"