The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



Uriah laughed maniacally. "Master's right! You're one in a billion, surviving our Million Edge Ward!" Frank chuckled in wry amusement. "Bill is right about one thing you watch too much anime!"

As he finished, he leapt forward, aiming his fist squarely at Uriah's face.

Uriah dodged it by inches and leapt up with a sweeping kick while thrusting his dagger at Frank's chest.

His friends joined the attack as well, their daggers glinting coldly or their punches streaking violently at Frank. They were all equally matched, however, with neither side getting an advantage!

It was a battle of the gods, and naturally, men were made to suffer.

Thankfully, there was not actually anyone nearby, though none of the couches, TVs, or chandeliers survived.

Even as the fight continued over thirty strikes, a thunderous rumble ensued as the entire mansion collapsed! Watching in the distance, the Mystic Sky Guild members and Bill turned pale in shock.

Their chief was always unstoppable, but he was actually having trouble making short work of those thugs, and an entire mansion actually collapsed because of the damage?!

Bill's instinct screamed danger and for him to run, when a blur suddenly streaked toward him, standing in front of him and holding a dagger against his neck.

Who else could it be, if not Uriah?

But at the next instant, Uriah's eyes rolled up in their sockets and he fell backward.

Before he collapsed on the ground, someone caught him and threw him forcefully at the rubble that was the mansion.

And who else could it be, if not Frank?

"Thank you, chief... You saved me!" Bill exclaimed, terrified as this was the first time he came so close to dying.

It certainly showed on his pale face, as sweat trickled down his cheeks and his lips seemed to turn dark, and he collapsed on his knees as they buckled.

Frank was dusting himself in turn before turning back toward the rubble.

If the mansion did not collapse, affording him a brief opening, those thugs might really have been able to take his head after another sixty rounds or

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"Set a fire," he growled.

"A fire...?" Bill murmured, uncertain.

"Yeah. And watch the bodies-make sure that they are all burned down to ash."

And with that, Frank turned and left to see Vicky.

"Wait, there's someone that powerful in existence?!"

Vicky could hardly believe what Frank was saying-mere thugs lasting over thirty blows against Frank?

She would have an easier time believing that the sun rose from the west!

"That's what I'm saying." Frank sighed. "I must fake my death and hide to avoid them rooting us out."

"Fake your death? Do you have to go that far?"

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"It just sounds dangerous!"

Vicky remained concerned, leaving Frank smiling in wry amusement.

"It's not all that dangerous," he said with a shrug. "They are quite powerful but are also far from lethal to me. Don't worry."

It was not a lie, and he just wanted this entire mess to be over sooner.

"Remember, don't tell anyone at any costs," Frank reminded Vicky. "It doesn't matter who they are—tell them I'm dead!"