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?"

word as he nodded stiffly like a robot. "Well, that works

machine, Mr. Zoran. My apprentices will come by in another few days to try again, is that alright?"

"Anyway, you don't have to kneel and apologize to me or anything. Do it to

Sanne-the most untameable member of Thousand Isles Guild-was left feeling

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

for today. Remember not to behave

with one last warning, Frank left proudly with

knees buckled, and he dropped limply on

toward the boxing machine Frank broke, immense fear showing clearly in

to breathe, dropped to his knees as he turned toward Tijil

"What was that, Godfather?"

was that,

the other Thousand Isles Guild members gathered around Tijil just then, trying to find out what Tijil was trying to say. "Transcendent rank... That man just now... is of the

"What?!"