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?"

Frank, unable to say a word as he nodded stiffly like a robot. "Well, that

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

Thousand Isles Guild 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

stare, even Sanne-the most untameable member of

longer pompous like before, she and the other Thousand Isles Guild

it for today. Remember not to behave so pompously from now on,

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

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

toward the boxing machine Frank broke, immense fear showing

dropped to his knees as he turned toward Tijil

"What was that, Godfather?"

that, Mr.

just then, trying to find out what Tijil was trying to say.

"What?!"