The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

Clang!

A black-clad man's machete struck Frank squarely in the neck, only to resound with a metallic clang.

"What?! Projecting your vigor... You're actually Birthright rank?!"

The old man's jaw could drop from shock as he looked on.

But it was not over yet—Frank seized the black-clad man's wrist and crushed it, while seizing his chipped machete and sending two other black-clad men's head flying before landing with their shocked faces intact.

"I'm here to help, Mr. Lawrence!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of wind as Burt Yorkman, wearing a ragged black suit, charged inside.

He vaulted like a crane before assuming a tiger's pose, quickly dispatching two black-clad men.

"Burt Yorkman! You traitor!" Quinn shrieked, shaking with rage when she saw Burt helping Frank.

were a common thief! Frank Lawrence here has not only spared my life, but he actually taught me martial techniques too! You're

was definitely gifted—with just some pointers from Frank a

the most common techniques found even in the black market. And yet, Burt wielded it with the ferocity of a real tiger, unstoppable even as he charged

a bizarre sensation welling up the pit of his stomach—his meridians felt

going on?"

Had he been poisoned?!

not move in time as a black-clad man's fingers

effort to stabilize his breathing while

actually telling the truth. He did manage to poison

beg already, Frank!" She laughed coldly. "It'd at least spare you

clenched his teeth, realizing what was wrong just then—in his meridian nexus, there was a turbidness that kept affecting the flow of his vigor. Wherever his vigor reached, that turbidness followed suit,

one of our brothers and insulted Ms.

struck Frank just now bellowed, his fingers hardening with

"Fuck off!"