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

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

was born with

impossible about it?

the white-haired youth suddenly could not

mouth too!

his vision was a blur—he could only see Frank,

to a third-world country as

would not be able to escape at

doubt you don't fear death, and people like you

"But what you

is that there are

tailored for people

too. Even if it

it works

shook his head repeatedly but was unable to appeal

conscience, even as he laughed

on luck. Frank

his

the first time

white-haired youth had met

Frank,

wrap his head around it,

crashing down

him.

Moon,

country idea

just spoken from the

spur-of-the-moment. And unlike

always