The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Shaking her head, Jouri said, "I'll get someone to move the sculpture. It's going to be difficult to recover the head, though any trail would have gone cold after so long."

Frank nodded. "Just try your best-it doesn't matter if you actually find it. Life's like that."

Soon, Jouri's people arrived, but just as they packed up the statue, several Toyota Land Cruisers came bounding toward them.

A group of wights alighted—it was the most appropriate term for them, what with their dried seaweed-like skin, droopy eyelids, and lifeless eyes.

They were basically limping too, like they were going to keel over at any moment.

Their leader was none other than the punk who had mocked Frank earlier, laughing himself silly when he leaned forward and saw that Frank and Jouri were still around.

"And here I thought you'd run scared." He sneered. "But you're really flattering yourself, staying here and waiting for me! I won't hold back since you want this so much!"

He and the wights jumped down. Though they encircled Frank and Jouri, they did not attack, as the punk continued to gloat. "I don't like bullying the weak. Just get down on your knees and apologize and let me have the chick-and everything will be fine."

Jouri traded glances

a cliche. Not even the most stereotypical thugs would do

Jouri asked, bemused. "Then why bring so many people with you? You're obviously afraid that people would talk. But I'm curious... None of you should have any qualms about doing

unimaginable might exists here in Shagan. No one knows what their boss is thinking

never liked fighting anyway, and we have respect for that man's philosophy even if we don't necessarily

you're scared, just say it out loud? Also, that man you're talking about is right

end, what factions

it did not take much brainwork to understand

"Him?!"

punk laughed even harder than Jouri. "Are you kidding me? He's far from

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power of the spiritron

you'd all rest in