The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

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Pax exclaimed, "It seems like we've really met a real match this time! But that's fine-no matter how strong he is, he won't be defying science and logic and punching through that wall." Feeling triumphant, he beckoned for his goons to book a place for them to celebrate.

However, he seemed unaware that breaking open the champagne during half-time was a taboo in any sporting event.

In fact, Frank was meditating because he had found a way through.

As the enclosed space turned dead silent, Frank could hear sounds that should have been undetectable to a human's senses.

They were below ground, so even the alloyed wall would expand or contract due to the temperatures around it. It just did not groan audibly like rebars would, and an ordinary human would not hear it. And Frank was no ordinary human.

As he listened attentively to those sounds, he quickly realized this place was not impregnable.

Like a glass window, Frank just tried hard to find the weakest point, pour his energy into it, and send it crumbling.

in mind, Frank moved to the southeast, dropped to

crumbled right away, revealing a seemingly normal alloy plate

thought he's better than the others! He's really no different, losing himself in meditation just like the others. See? He's already lost his mind!" On the

this-and the look on his face was especially confident! Nevertheless, Alda had

now... And the way I see it, since there's no hope anyway, we should save our strength for a tender moment together. No harm in dying

in the control room traded glances before

of the Ingram family! Even if they could not have a taste, looking would still be

were no better, as they could see that Frank's looks were above the

them as he turned toward Alda and pointed at her

replied as

trying to poke a hole into the hall with this, are you? Pure gold is relatively soft compared to most metals, which is why people biteit-if they can leave bite marks, it would prove that it's

would just dissipate instead

was indeed a solution. However, the hairpin was not a hammer-forget a wall, it would not even break tempered glass. "You're right." Frank shrugged. "But don't forget that with my strength, breaking it is

pin, he tore his shirt and wrapped it around his knuckle, then launched a straight punch at the