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?"

believe his ears. "All of us?! Against

a handful were needed even

honor of

than every single one of us, but he's far stronger than what someone his age should be. Otherwise, any

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

that case, why

to his position,

minutes, they were

and took to

middle-aged man who had delivered the

thought I was a dead man, but

good, kid-but you're nothing against the

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

might actually lose if you played

regret anything, let