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.

kept me at arm's length as if I were a common thief! Frank Lawrence here has not only spared my life, but he actually taught me martial techniques too! You're all

was definitely gifted—with just some pointers from Frank a couple days ago, he immediately mastered new

of 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

bizarre sensation welling up the pit of his stomach—his meridians felt blocked even as

What is going on?" His

Had he been poisoned?!

not move in time as a black-clad man's fingers reached his shoulder, almost breaking his protective

great effort to stabilize his breathing while Quinn

telling the truth. He did manage to poison Frank Lawrence,

laughed coldly. "It'd at

kept affecting the flow of his vigor. Wherever his vigor reached, that turbidness followed suit, numbing

you've slain one of our brothers and insulted Ms. Ocean! You'll be begging for us to

struck Frank just now bellowed, his fingers hardening with vigor as he

"Fuck off!"