The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

"The nail that sticks out gets hammered! I'm sure you'd die horribly soon enough!"

The white-haired youth's futile efforts at threatening Frank only made him smirk.

"What's it to you, even if I or Drunken Moon died? She still won't be interested."

The white-haired youth snorted, but soon sighed. "Fine, do it!"

Drunken Moon wagged her finger at him. "Why should we make it quick? He's

actually right—death is a reward for people like you.

"That's why I'll treat your leg and sell you as a slave to some third-world country.

Trust me, it's not just the ladies who are popular there—they like a pretty boy too."

The white-haired youth smirked. "Quit trying to scare me. Do you think that

crippling my cultivation would stop me from talking? As long as you don't, I'll find a

way to free myself. Let's see what you can do then!"

That was when Frank butted in. "Actually, I do have a solution."

With just a thought, the white-haired youth's leg was as good as new.

As soon as he saw that, the white-haired youth promptly dashed toward Drunken

Moon, but she was prepared for it and sent him flying with a kick.

Even as he crashed heavily into the ground, the white-haired youth felt himself

dying inside

himself, mumbling, "No... That's impossible! How

I was born

"What's impossible

fingers, and the white-haired youth suddenly could not open

mouth too!

blur—he could only see Frank, but not where he

he were really sold as a slave to a third-world country as Drunken Moon

he would not be able

you don't fear death,

"But what

that there

for

if

works for

repeatedly but was unable

he laughed like a

success never depended on luck. Frank

his methods

the first

white-haired youth had met

like Frank,

head around

was crashing down

him.

Moon, who smiled, shaking her

third-world country

just spoken from the

spur-of-the-moment. And unlike

always insisted