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?"

at Frank, unable to say a word as he

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

Thousand Isles Guild members. "Anyway, you don't have to kneel and apologize to me or anything. Do it to the martial artist who

even Sanne-the most untameable member of Thousand Isles Guild-was left feeling

before, she and the other Thousand Isles Guild

then that's it for today. Remember not

with one last warning, Frank left proudly with Scarface, Mona, and

knees buckled, and he dropped

boxing machine Frank broke, immense fear

dropped to his knees as he turned toward Tijil in

"What was that, Godfather?"

that, Mr.

the other Thousand Isles Guild members gathered around Tijil just then, trying to find out what Tijil was trying to

"What?!"