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?"

unable to say a word as he nodded stiffly like a robot. "Well, that

and Kat. "Oh, and by the way, sorry for breaking that boxing machine, Mr. Zoran. My apprentices will come by in another few days to try again, is that alright?" "What? Right, okay..." Mr. Zoran nodded

to the martial artist who was murdered instead, and remember to arrange for a proper funeral for him. Do we have an agreement

stare, even Sanne-the most untameable member of Thousand Isles Guild-was left

pompous like before, she and the other Thousand Isles Guild members

not to behave so pompously from now on,

Frank left proudly with

as Frank was gone, Tijil's knees buckled, and he dropped limply on his

Frank broke, immense fear showing clearly in his

to his knees as he turned toward Tijil in terror, seeing the elderly man losing all composure.

"What was that, Godfather?"

that, Mr.

members gathered around Tijil just then, trying to find out what Tijil was trying to say.

"What?!"