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?"

the standard pampered rich kid, and not

a cover. While you appear to be hedonistic, you don't fear death when it

met, you're something special. A man who doesn't fear death would

like. It's not up to people like you to

to win against you in ability—it's an insurmountable gap, even. But I don't agree with your opinion-take

all too well that even torture would not break

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

it, lifting the youth in the air with

youth in front of Drunken

asked. "What's the

you ask? Hostility! He was visiting Mount Statera a while ago and took a

So I made it very clear that I was rejecting him, since I

simply laughed icily at her words. "Now you're just belittling me. You're not going to let me flop around for you when