The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

Chapter 2251

"And anyone who enters by mistake would die by their hands for nothing."

Frank smirked since they were such a bunch of cutthroats, then he had no reason to hold back!

In the mansion were twentyish men and women of different age groups, chatting while snacking.

"That geezer's so paranoid that he had to apologize to some nobody!"

Tatum was seething and clearly trying to goad the others into helping him get revenge. "I mean, it's no skin off the geezer's back, but our reputation is being dragged through the mud!"

"You're kidding." A lady in a black dress and thigh highs giggled scornfully. "You may say he's a nobody, but he at least beats you at your specialty! And you know that everyone's saying he's the man chosen by the Shagan spiritron vein."

Tatum tried to argue, but he could not because the lady in black was right-he lacked skill and had no right to diss Frank.

"Doesn't matter," a geezer with a cane barked as he sat in a corner, clearly defending Tatum. "No one gets to strut on our turf, and so what if he's the man chosen by the Shagan spiritron vein? He allegedly couldn't even wield it. Even if we won't win in a single duel, we definitely can if we attack together."

grateful, laughing. "See? That's why old Aran deserves respect! Anyone would fall short if they kept comparing themselves

"Keep yapping. See

surely you won't hold such a petty grudge against little old me. I know you'd definitely

someone suddenly asked. "Who, your friends

a double take and turned to find that someone had

almost visible. And with his chiseled cheeks and piercing

were all one-in-a-million martial artists-why did they

appear out of thin air and under broad daylight at that. There was more

should be worried about. It's time to think

"Run?!"

a one-on-one, but what can you do if we gang up on you?" Frank shrugged.

laughed even

hurt a hair on that man

guy with such a pretty face

again and moved to

Frank then. "We're not bullying you here, kid, but fighting isn't about that one-on-one, and we're no gentlemen. History is written by the victors, and we really