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?"

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

on the shoulder before beckoning at Scarface, Mona, and Kat. "Oh, and by the way, sorry for breaking that boxing machine, Mr. Zoran. My apprentices will come by in another

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

Frank's stare, even Sanne-the most untameable member

the other Thousand Isles Guild members

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

proudly with Scarface, Mona,

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

toward the boxing machine Frank broke, immense fear

dropped to his knees as he turned toward Tijil in

"What was that, Godfather?"

that,

Guild members gathered around Tijil just then, trying to find out what Tijil was trying to say. "Transcendent rank... That man just

"What?!"