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

yet to work together-just a handful were needed even

why did this brat get the honor of having

than every single one of us, but he's far

way, this boy isn't your ordinary individual. Sure, we could take him down instantly and be mocked for it, but slow

and beckoned. "In that case,

returned to his position, chanting an

three minutes,

clones of themselves formed and took to the skies,

the middle-aged man who had delivered the

I was a dead man, but my employer is

kid-but you're nothing against the

like to ask... Do you feel regret? Regret that you came

be honest, they might actually

never regret