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.

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

suddenly sat up on the bed,

did not

spoke,

he

you?" The geezer on the bed coughed, getting out of bed fearlessly while he clumsily put on

are you?" Frank asked in return. "Why aren't

"Breathing, you say!"

my lungs after they stopped working and replaced them with something no

not an average man-I can see that much.

no intention of answering. "You're harnessing energy from the spiritron vein

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

no martial elite, but my eyes are keen. I can tell that your physical body is extraordinaret making you an unparalleled talent... such a shame. Now that you're here,

then raised