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 he nodded

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 few days to try again,

back toward the Thousand Isles Guild members. "Anyway, you don't have to kneel and apologize to me or anything. Do it to the martial artist who was murdered instead, and remember to arrange for a proper funeral for him. Do we

member

before, she and the other Thousand Isles Guild members were

today. Remember not to

one last warning, Frank left proudly with Scarface,

knees buckled, and he dropped limply on

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

to his knees as he turned toward Tijil in terror, seeing

"What was that, Godfather?"

that,

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

"What?!"