The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

This meant that Frank was on the right track.

People who could fight tigers bare-handed? They must be the ones he was looking for! "Don't tell anyone I was here!" he snapped at Luis before heading to Torchwood.

It was a place of vices and debauchery, and the thunderous dubstep left Frank ill at ease.

But there was no helping it he had to check this place out, and so, must create a distraction!

Picking up a bottle of beer, he dropped to a couch behind a booth seat and threw it to the other end of the room.

Once the bottle struck a pudgy man, Frank moved behind him and threw the bottle at the booth seat he had just left.

With that exchange and the dimly lit room, the two gangs promptly started fighting.

The bar manager promptly led his bouncers to stop the fight, while Frank seized the moment to sneak out, leaping out to the backroom.

Unable to hear any breathing, he decided that there was no one there and entered without hesitation.

Torchwood was a typical modern bar, with old-fashioned ceiling fans and a curtain

up on

was that possible?! He did not hear any breaths! Who

spoke, Frank did not hear him

meant he was

the bed coughed, getting out of bed fearlessly while he clumsily put on

you?" Frank asked in return.

"Breathing, you say!"

pointed at his own chest. "I removed my lungs after they stopped working

see that much. So tell me... how did you manage

of answering. "You're harnessing energy from the spiritron vein to create martial

mean those brats? In that case, I'm sure you've beaten them... So, would you mind telling me your

my eyes are keen. I can tell

then raised his