The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Drunken Moon was definitely not going to tolerate that, and she snapped, "What are you going to do if I don't apologize?"

The motel owner growled coolly, "I've already shown you what I can do, and I don't mind showing it again. Don't take me for some angel-push me too far, and I'll even make you my slave."

Drunken Moon was simply amused. "Then show me what you've got to grow as conceited as you are!"

The middle-aged man was snapping at Drunken Moon even before the motel owner could. "Bitch, you can't even win against my friends! What, do you think you can challenge me just because you have your boy toy?

"He's quick, but so what?! Speed is pointless against absolute power!"

The motel owner certainly felt buoyed by the flattery. After all, one would never look a gift horse in the mouth, and there was no one who despised being praised.

Spreading his arms, he laughed. "Come on-seeing those pretty cheeks of yours, let me give you a nice hug."

"Go fuck yourself!" Drunken Moon snapped, not holding back at all.

not particularly interested in feisty types like you-I'll just cripple your cultivation and let that piece of shit have you

at the

fighter, but her looks were angelic too, and the middle-aged man certainly could not resist

breaking people, and the sense of accomplishment was especially great with tough nuts

much, sir!" he quickly told

and Drunken Moon

thought quite well of Frank and would even concede

talent did not decide everything-Frank was just too young and lacked training,

by a mysterious force as soon as he started charging at Frank, knocking down the middle-aged man

no matter how foolish he could be, the

are you?" he

shrugged. "Don't bother. You should be thinking about how

"Beg? Never!"