The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"The nail that sticks out gets hammered! I'm sure you'd die horribly soon enough!"

The white-haired youth's futile efforts at threatening Frank only made him smirk.

"What's it to you, even if I or Drunken Moon died? She still won't be interested."

The white-haired youth snorted, but soon sighed. "Fine, do it!"

Drunken Moon wagged her finger at him. "Why should we make it quick? He's actually right—death is a reward for people like you.

"That's why I'll treat your leg and sell you as a slave to some third-world country.

Trust me, it's not just the ladies who are popular there—they like a pretty boy too."

The white-haired youth smirked. "Quit trying to scare me. Do you think that

crippling my cultivation would stop me from talking? As long as you don't, I'll find a way to free myself. Let's see what you can do then!"

That was when Frank butted in. "Actually, I do have a solution."

white-haired youth's leg was as good

that, the white-haired

she was prepared for it and

he crashed heavily into the ground, the white-haired youth

mumbling, "No... That's impossible! How did my speed disappear?! I was

"What's impossible about it?

and the white-haired youth suddenly could not open his mouth

blur—he could only see Frank, but not where

slave to a third-world

not be

fear death,

is that there are plenty of punishments tailored for people like

youth shook his head repeatedly but was unable to appeal

the end, success never depended on luck. Frank was

his

had met someone like Frank, and he could not wrap his head around it, as if