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?"

ground, crossing his legs. "You look like the standard pampered

I'm sure that's just a cover. While you appear to

honest, out of all those I've met, you're something special. A man who doesn't fear death would always earn respect anywhere they went, so it's a shame you've gone

white-haired youth snorted in annoyance. "I can take whichever path I like.

in ability—it's an insurmountable gap, even. But I don't agree with your

all too well that even torture would not break

the white-haired youth if he strayed out

he simply agreed to it, lifting the youth in the air with one hand and soon returning

the white-haired youth in front of Drunken Moon,

asked. "What's

"Connection, you ask? Hostility! He was visiting Mount Statera a while ago and took a liking to me when he

won't be interested. So I made it very clear that

belittling me.