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 like a robot. "Well, that works for

Mr.

turned back toward the 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

stare, even Sanne-the most untameable member of Thousand

the other Thousand

for today. Remember not to behave so pompously from

left proudly with Scarface, Mona, and Kat in tow.

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

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

had finally dared to breathe, dropped to his knees as he turned toward

"What was that, Godfather?"

was that, Mr.

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

"What?!"