The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

"Tch."

Frank withdrew his fist, clicking his tongue with a look of dissatisfaction.

In fact, everyone around him could see that he was dissatisfied because he did not go all out.

Frank then turned, staring at the martial artists who were standing around, frozen stiff, their jaws almost dropping.

"What's so surprising?" he asked. "Oh, and I don't have to pay for any of that, right?"

Mr. Zoran nodded blankly at Frank's question.

Frank then looked up at the giant plasma screen overhead. His face was on the screen along, with a seemingly endless line of question marks where his punching strength should be shown.

Frank stared at it, frowning, before turning toward the petrified Tijil. "So? Does that mean I win?"

as

for breaking that boxing machine, Mr. Zoran. My apprentices will come by in another few days

it to the martial artist who was murdered instead, and remember to arrange for a proper funeral for him. Do

most untameable member of Thousand Isles Guild-was left

and the other Thousand Isles

today. Remember not to behave so pompously from now on,

left proudly

Tijil's knees buckled, and he dropped

Frank broke, immense

dared to breathe, dropped to his knees as he turned

"What was that, Godfather?"

was that,

members gathered around Tijil just then, trying to find out

"What?!"