The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Speed is the one unbreakable law of martial arts, and someone quicker than the naked eye would never lose.

To think that the man who seemed to have nothing going for him aside from his looks was this powerful!

Frank chuckled and turned to the biker. "You should leave. It's not a pretty sight when blood starts spilling."

The biker was quite compliant from the start and turned to run. "Thank you for saving me. May we meet again!"

On the other hand, Frank leapt over the railing and dropped to a squat in front of the white-haired youth. "Go on, tell me why you introduced Drunken Moon to someone else."

The white-haired youth was taken aback but soon said, "So you're the brat who's not to be underestimated? That's why your fellow martial artists think so highly of you."

"I appreciate their flattery, but I'm afraid I might fall short." Frank chuckled coolly. "And you could stop fawning over me and answer my question."

The white-haired youth's eyes widened. "Who do you think I am?"

legs. "You look like the standard pampered rich kid, and not one who would put

While you appear

man who doesn't fear death would always earn respect anywhere they

annoyance. "I can take whichever path I like. It's not up to people like you to tell me what to

to win against you in ability—it's an insurmountable gap, even. But I don't

that even torture would not break the

Frank himself around, he could subdue the white-haired youth if

simply agreed to it, lifting the youth in the air

in front of

"What's the

Mount Statera a while ago

and threw money at me, but you know that I won't be interested. So I made it very

just belittling me. You're not going to let