The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Taking the cleaver from Frank, the middle-aged man stared at it, speechless.

Compared to normal folk, he was a big deal, even if he did not measure up to Frank and the thirteen.

So how did this happen to him?

"I've done nothing wrong..." he blurted. "It's just a job. How is that a crime?"

Frank had his back to the middle-aged man as he growled coolly, "Don't try to shift the goalposts. There's nothing wrong with working for money, but killing for a job is a crime.

"Not only are there plenty of opportunities, but you could make a living from your strength just with construction work or even delivery. Even in the past, people with your strength wouldn't murder innocents, no matter how poor they were.

"In the end, you're not doing it to live-it's to satisfy your personal desire!"

The middle-aged man bellowed furiously, "No, this isn't fair! Why do you get to judge everything?"

Frank nodded. "You can be dissatisfied-if you can beat me, that is!"

"You...!"

middle-aged man gritted his teeth and charged at

the nation shaking if he so much as stomped his

man stood no chance and was instantly dealt

and called Jouri to inform her about

the demigod?" Jouri exclaimed. "Could he be the one and the same? Well,

Frank nodded.

thirteen were more powerful than Frank expected, and Frank could not grant powers so that someone else could conjure the colossal giant he

meant Heracles could well be

for further development Drop by if you have the time for al full-body checkup,

an eye

"Don't worry!"

Frank saw

all of them carrying

Mr. Frankton, you're

trouble for everyone." She smiled. "Do you know

it took me to gather

laughed. "That's just a start. You still have to assess the other losses, thank