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?"

blankly at Frank, unable to say a word as he nodded stiffly

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.

don't have to kneel and apologize to me or anything. Do it to the martial artist who was murdered instead, and remember to arrange for a proper funeral for

member

other Thousand Isles Guild members

not to behave

that—and with one last warning, Frank left proudly with Scarface, Mona, and Kat in

was gone, Tijil's knees buckled, and he dropped limply on his

stiffly toward the boxing machine Frank broke, immense fear showing clearly in his eyes.

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

"What was that, Godfather?"

that,

and the other Thousand Isles Guild members gathered around Tijil just then, trying to find out what Tijil was trying to say. "Transcendent rank... That man

"What?!"