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?"

a word as he nodded stiffly

him on the shoulder before beckoning at Scarface, Mona, and Kat. "Oh, and by the way, sorry for breaking that boxing machine, Mr.

members. "Anyway, you 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

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

the other Thousand

Remember not to behave

proudly with Scarface, Mona, and Kat

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

toward the boxing machine Frank broke,

finally dared to breathe, dropped to his knees as he turned toward Tijil in terror, seeing the elderly man losing all composure.

"What was that, Godfather?"

that,

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

"What?!"