The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

And Carlo Group was one of the strongest factions in the midlands!

But now, Carlo himself was supposed to cut off one of his own arms just to leave Zamri alive, just because some brat demanded it?!

"Don't get so full of yourself, Frank!"

Carlo shrieked, "You've slain my martial artists... B-But I still have a trump card! Don't you push me!"

Frank remained impassive as he stared at Carlo, however. "Trump card? Oh, you mean Thousand Isles Guild?"

"What...?"

Carlo was left stupefied once more when Frank mentioned Thousand Isles Guild by name.

Though Frank was right, how could Frank have found out about his strongest supporter? "Don't bother."

Frank chuckled coolly. "You have two choices. One, you will leave an arm in penance and return to the midlands. That's for going way over the line, and we can go our separate ways after that.

"Second... You can push your luck, and I will kill everyone connected to Carlo Group in Zamri, including you and your son."

for me or not, that's no business of

his eyes flashing coldly. "You'd already

"Dead...?"

flinching as Frank breathed the word, his

card he thought he

"I-I will surrender."

growled through his teeth, looking at Frank as he sweated all over his brow, feeling the jitters. "I will leave the east coast as you demand, stay out of your business, and even pay you back for any damages incurred... But I

hundred million! How about that?! I'm buying my arm from you for

"Five hundred million? Pfft..."

he heard the number, his expression soon turning cold. "Do you think I'm in need

Carlo finished,

left arm, just as chilling,

covered his scalp. Cone

"What?"

SWI

as an entire human arm dropped on