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,

and by the way, sorry for breaking that boxing machine, Mr. Zoran. My apprentices will

kneel and apologize to me or anything. Do it to the martial artist who was murdered instead, and remember to

Sanne-the most untameable member of Thousand Isles

and the other Thousand Isles

that's it for today. Remember not to behave so pompously

that—and with one last warning, Frank left proudly with Scarface, Mona,

as Frank was gone, Tijil's knees buckled, and he

he turned stiffly toward the boxing machine Frank broke, immense fear showing clearly in his eyes.

had finally dared to breathe, dropped to his knees as he turned toward Tijil in terror, seeing the elderly man

"What was that, Godfather?"

that,

to find out what Tijil was trying to

"What?!"