The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Having never met Frank before and unaware of his personality, Red Shirt was genuinely concerned about reprisals.

Taking his gun back from the woman, he nudged her. "Apologize already!"

However, the woman was petrified and did not move, leaving Red Shirt fuming.

He pulled her toward Frank, kowtowing in apology. "We never knew that you're a superior being, and we really meant no offense! Please look the other way this one time!"

Frank smiled in wry amusement. "What did you just call me?"

"A superior being? Or just a god, if you like! I mean, aren't you one? Even bullets can't touch you!"

Frank chuckled in exasperation. "Shagan really fell from grace, huh? Ascendant- ranked individuals can handle bullets, let alone a plain handgun like that one. Don't worry I can be ruthless, but I won't kill a woman. I did goad her into shooting anyway."

Red Shirt sighed in relief. "Fair enough..."

"Wait!"

We never shot

raiders were on their knees too, terrified that Frank could

bloodthirsty maniac, and I can see

said, terrified that Frank would kill them if they so much as

nodded. "I'm sure y'all know the way, so take the

beckoned for his colleagues to guide

came across several other burial chambers, but there was

tired as they trudged on for a while. However, they were too worried about upsetting Frank if they asked to rest and

the body—especially when these people were not

as they continued, Red Shirt's eyes rolled up, and he dropped

he only kept quiet because he wanted to punish

down and get some rest.

some resting while

the impression that he was just exhausted, so they shook him a little and force

started slapping him around when his jacket seemed to squirm, and they opened it to find that it was crawling with