The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

The motel owner thought Frank was trustworthy and told him everything he knew. "Good. Thanks for cooperation-now do it yourself."

Frank snapped his fingers again, and the mystic gun returned, lying quietly beside the motel owner as if it never disappeared.

"What? You're a martial elite! Don't you think people would talk behind your back about our deceit?!"

The motel owner thought Frank was joking, but his expression was not.

As such he pinned his hopes on emotional blackmail, but Frank was impervious to that too, even chuckling. "What's there to worry about? It'd just be hearsay, and they would be gone a couple of centuries later.

"Also, everyone would only find out if I spared you instead of avenging your victims. Now that's proper evil. You're naive if you think that I'm not the scourge of injustice. You won't be getting any chances from me."

Even as reality sank in for the motel owner, he cried, "Y-You can't do this! We had an agreement!"

Frank shrugged. "First of all, I only said I would consider it-that means I get to make the call. Secondly, the ladies are on my side, while the rest of you are all going to die. Why did you even think that people would talk?"

As the motel owner realized that he was completely out of options, he decided to go down swinging!

seen, that was not the case for the two

the gun from the floor, took aim at Drunken Moon between

account for

moved with a swish, and when they could see him again, he spread his palms, allowing two to roll off

without saying that the motel owner and the middle-aged man were

but he was also lightning quick enough to catch bullets. He really was a demigod as he

"You asked for it!"

at the

not fare any better, as they

Drunken Moon complained. "You could've at least asked where

stopped Frank earlier, but he moved so quickly that the

Frank's strengths could

wouldn't know anything.