The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"What's going on here?" Frank asked. "Could this be the assassin codenamed The Vulture? Well, he certainly arrived fast!"

The Ghostly Six nodded. "He does call himself that, but he's not the image of an assassin we have in mind. He's really weak too—a small fry, in every sense of the word."

Hearing them, the man on the floor bellowed, "Who are you calling a small fry?! I'm just unlucky to have run into Ascendant-ranked martial artists like you.

"I'd win against anyone else... Yeah, you, pretty boy! I could tell right away you have nothing going for you-why don't you fight me?"

The fact that the Vulture was not resigned to his fate, even challenging Frank, actually made everyone laugh.

For his part, the Vulture still had no idea how powerful the pretty boy he thought to be incompetent was.

Presuming they were scared, he smirked. "Just admit that you're going to lose anytime you like. To be fair, you've won anyway, so you could kill me right now... but if you do, you'd never defeat me."

Frank smiled in wry amusement. "I'm surprised you're so... civilized. I'm sure you've been operating on foreign soil, too?"

The Vulture smirked and nodded. "It seems you know a thing or two. But you see, courage and knowledge aren't related-someone who only mouths of it is truly beneath mention!"

Frank sighed and gestured for the Ghostly Six to free The Vulture.

Despite regaining freedom, The Vulture did not attack Frank right away and took his time flexing his wrist while saying, "A duel it is—a battle for man against man. Anything goes, but you'll allow me to leave freely if I win. How about that?"

"And what if

want with me, but just

brimming with confidence and beckoned at Frank, seemingly

by making the same gesture, leaving

had done it-after all, who was Frank compared

an obvious mockery, and

the better of him, The Vulture abandoned his

part, it was a rarity to meet such

and full

tennis player whose victory

it turned out that Frank had given The Vulture

back as much as he could,

the fourth hit, The Vulture

you so strong?" he

"Who do you think I am? Some weakling like

The Vulture could not resist his curiosity just

smiled and said sonorously, "Tell