The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank chuckled. "I've really underestimated you kids. I didn't think you were this good, but I'm curious how you'd feel if you were killed by your own weapon?"

With just a thought, the combat knife was suddenly its original size again and aimed straight at the lanky man.

Even though the lanky man kept chanting his incantation, the knife refused to respond and inched toward him.

Terrified, the lanky man stumbled backward before tripping and falling!

"H-How did you do that?"

Frank shrugged. "Beats me. I just knew I could, so I did.

"You, on the other hand... It's neither learned nor something you're born with, but it was granted to you, am I right?"

The lanky man laughed. "Don't get so full of yourself. Do you think that's all I can do?"

As he reached for his belt, a woman stopped him. "Quit embarrassing us. You lost -your cheap tricks are never going to work against that man. We need to work together... All of us."

"Work together?! Against him?"

his ears.

together-just a handful were needed even against

why did this brat get the honor of having

about? Just look at him—he's younger than every single one of us, but

individual. Sure, we could take him down instantly and be mocked for it, but slow and steady wins the race. We shouldn't risk

beckoned. "In that case,

returned to his position, chanting

three minutes, they

smoke unfurled from them before clones of themselves formed and took to the skies, combining and forming

man who had delivered the bomb

I was a dead man, but my employer is much

good, kid-but you're

ask... Do you feel regret? Regret that you came to face them

might actually lose

regret