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?"

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

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

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

untameable member of Thousand Isles Guild-was

pompous like before, she and the other Thousand Isles Guild members were utterly quiet, only

it for today. Remember not to

Frank left proudly with

Tijil's knees buckled, and he dropped

he turned stiffly toward the boxing machine Frank broke, immense fear

dared to breathe, dropped to his knees as he turned toward Tijil in terror, seeing the elderly man losing all composure. "T-Transcendent

"What was that, Godfather?"

was that,

out what Tijil was trying to say. "Transcendent rank... That man

"What?!"