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?"

look like the standard pampered rich kid, and not one who would put

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

out of all those I've met, you're something special. A man who doesn't

whichever path I like. It's not up

ability—it's an insurmountable gap, even. But I

well that even torture

he could subdue the white-haired youth if he strayed out of line

the

in front of

"What's the connection

sighed. "Connection, you ask? Hostility! He was visiting Mount Statera a while

threw money at me, but you know that I won't be interested. So I made it very clear that I was rejecting him, since I didn't

"Now you're just belittling me. You're not going to let me flop around for