The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Bullying a child?" Creed almost thought he had misheard. "Aren't you flattering yourself? Please, you're just slightly better than us at best. Against the real deal, you're no different from an average Joe! Of course, if you're spooked, pretend I never said anything!"

To add insult to injury, Creed flashed a wink at Thalos provokingly, sending him flying into a rage!

"Why don't we make a bet, Creed? If I beat him, you'll kowtow to me thrice!"

Thalos thought since he was determined to fight Frank anyway, he might as well get something out of it, or he would just be scorned for bullying a kid!

Creed laughed. "Fair enough. As for my wager, you and your son must do the same to that man if you lose."

Thalos nodded confidently. "Don't worry, that won't happen!"

Then, turning toward Frank, he snorted. "I won't bully you too much, kid. As long as you fight me, I promise-"

"I'll let you have three free strikes!" Frank said, cutting him shot.

Thalos' brow furrowed, his face contorting in rage.

What was that supposed to mean?! A kid letting a senior have three free strikes?

that Frank had heard

mocked for going all-out against

not expect Thalos to be narrow-minded, and that

he snarled and whipped out his dual blades as he

department than his son-be it in punching, kicking, or the way of the blade, he was on the verge of the Ascendant rank. The

the Cumurs' dominance. It's not that hard

a Cumur. If he were in my clan, I wouldn't even be considered

a shame that he had to run into

sharp turn as

Frank's moves

you were being bullied, Mr. Cumur!" As Frank dodged Thalos' three slashes, he kicked Thalos square in

plain kick, cruder than the kicks that street thugs

strength behind the kick far surpassed anything Thalos could

if he had just woken from a

other guests thought there was

they were telling the truth all along, that this pretty boy really was the