The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

After all, Frank was supposed to be Tarkan's next target, so he knew what Frank would look like.

"Not bad, you actually know my face... It's such a shame!"

"What is?" Tarkan was left puzzled.

"You, of course. You have both wit and strength, but you had to take such a terrible path."

Frank sighed, earnestly disappointed in people like Tarkan. "And now, I have no choice but to kill you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Tarkan growled, incensed. "Are you saying that I'm definitely going down?"

"Correct!" Frank smiled, nodding.

"You asked for this!"

so quickly that neither the Ghostly Six nor Ezel

parrying all of

realizing he would not win in martial arts, Tarkan backed two steps away and aimed two fingers at Frank. "It's been

his fingertips, Frank exclaimed in exaggerated delight, "Wait, I think I've seen this before! Though I'm curious... does Midas shit gold

coolly. "Keep running your mouth, since you're not running away

beam at Frank, but it faded

Tarkan snorted. "I've underestimated you, Mr. Frankton... You're the strongest opponent I've ever

kill you one of

quip and just die

erupted, blocking the skies like

ensuing banging and collisions were deafening, while Ghostly Six and Ezel could no longer see

they all knew that Frank was extraordinary, they could

while they could cast some techniques

Tarkan