The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

As they spoke, a Passat stopped outside. A big man in a jacket on the pudgy side alighted, and with him was the owner who tried to chase the customer away over a few spoonfuls of chili.

Even his gait was different now that he had help, and he was so pompous, as if everyone else was beneath him.

"Well, you're all here, so I don't have to go looking for you!"

He snapped at everyone else, "I'll make this easy for you-go down on your knees and beg, or compensate me with money! Otherwise, my friend here will make you!"

The customer laughed. "You're kidding. There's only one of him and plenty of us! Also, you should be the one who goes down on your knees and beg because you messed up in the first place!"

The owner was incensed and turned toward Jacket Man.

However, Jacket Man was reluctant to fight right away and said, "No one wants this to get out of hand. Just do what he says already."

The customer shook his head. "You're out of line. If you really wanted a peaceful outcome, you should be apologizing instead!"

muttered to himself, "It's always the

the customer, striking true before the customer could dodge and sending him

when

gently put him on his feet while striding forward as he smirked. "I'm surprised there are martial elites like you lurking here. Guess my trip

at Jacket Man as he spoke, and his other friends

simply chuckled. "That's what I should be saying. All of you put together wouldn't have stood a chance against him, and you'd even add to my

Man snorted. "Did you think of yourself as

friend, but the customer's friend pivoted in a spiraling

it, but

he bellowed and whipped out a pistol, training it

on, man. A gun is just tasteless-fight fair if

snorted coolly. "Don't worry, it'll be your

pulled the trigger

Bang!