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."

comes for me or not, that's no business

reared his head, his eyes flashing coldly. "You'd already

"Dead...?"

left flinching as Frank breathed the word,

despairing, as the only trump card he thought he

"I-I will surrender."

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

about that?! I'm buying my

"Five hundred million? Pfft..."

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

before Carlo finished, he felt

his left arm, just as

covered his scalp. Cone

"What?"

SWI

human arm dropped on the floor, just as he heard a