The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Then use your pea brains and think!"

Frank strode up, bellowing, "If I really did kill the commissioner, why would I return instead of fleeing?

"Why should I bother wasting my breath defending myself against the likes of you? Do you pieces of shit think that you could stop me?! Hell, none of you can stop me even if I wanted to leave now!" "What...?!"

All the martial artists present were left incensed by Frank's diss, but Frank was right.

Just from his earlier display of strength, Frank had shown that no one here could stop him if he wanted to leave. "Also!"

Frank then whipped out an exquisitely crafted dagger, flinging it on the floor as he growled coolly, "If I did kill the commissioner, why would I keep the murder weapon instead of hiding it? Why would I leave evidence for your benefit? Or perhaps you think there are murderers who would deliberately reveal the murder weapon?!

"In fact, if I wanted to kill someone, I don't even need a murder weapon. I could just make them disappear if necessary instead of leaving evidence that could be traced back to me!

"What am I, stupid?!"

officer was left speechless by Frank's speech, with

martial artists present actually calmed down as well, as they realized from Frank's words that something strange was

you want, but there's no question that you were alone in that room where the commissioner was murdered! You're the chief suspect, and you're not escaping

proudly. "I'll find the real murderer on my own and

"Ahem, ahem..."

as a stalemate ensued, someone

far, but it somehow

reason, everyone seemed to hear the voice

elderly white-haired man in white robes emerged from the crowd of martial artists, twirling his beard as he smiled at Frank.

are...?" Stanley quickly asked, as he could see that the old man had a different air to him and appeared so suddenly like

old man chuckled. "I'm but a humble elder of

"Elder Fango...?"