The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

The butcher was stupefied.

What the hell?! Frank was already a tough nut, but there were even more martial elites?!

Nonetheless, the restaurant owner strode up, kicking the butcher viciously. "Do you get who I am now?"

"You son of a bitch!" the butcher snapped, having never felt this humiliated before. "Kill me if you can, or I'll make sure to kill you once I make it big!"

The restaurant owner simply slapped him across the face. "Still yapping now?! I'm giving it to you straight-I have plenty of friends in high places, and I might just really kill you if you mess with me again."

"Then do it!" the butcher yelled in defiance.

Smirking, the restaurant owner strode up, seizing a patch of the butcher's hair and ripping it off audibly!

Even as the butcher yipped liked a kicked dog, the restaurant owner barked, "Fuck him up!"

walked up and began clobbering the butcher, while the restaurant owner wheeled on Frank. "So? What are you going to say

you really think you

chuckled. "I'll be straight with you-me and my friends are no big deal in Shagan, let alone the country, but here, we are kings! You have two choices now-either surrender that bitch and kowtow

Yana exclaimed

an old execution technique where a person would have his guts pulled out like a kite string, while the body was thrown into the distance.

after you!" she snapped, attempting to bluff the restaurant owner into leaving with her

was special, but the

who Yana was with a single glance and nodded. "Don't worry, teach-I'm a bad man, but won't hurt you.

nodding in

a bade man

your life." He chuckled. "Just break your arms

"What?"

smiled

Frank