The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Even before Frank's four fingers landed on the floor, and even before blood could shoot out off the joints, a blue flash flared.

It caught the fingers, pulling them back to the joints and mended them.

Even the bleeding stopped, as if nothing ever happened.

"What?!"

Hando tilted his head, staring in disbelief.

How could regeneration be possible? It was against the laws of science!

Still, Hando was soon laughing bitterly. "How unlucky can I be? If I'd known, I wouldn't have tried anything against you ever!"

He did not think that the trump card he prided himself with would be so completely crushed in more than three ways.

So this was really why Mystic Sky Guild grew to such might, even reigning supreme in Shagan.

Their leader had what it took!

And knowing that his objective had been achieved, Frank asked, "So? Why did you want to kill me?"

Hando chuckled bitterly. "To be honest, I'd really rather not say because it hurts more than dying by a thousand cuts right now.

"However, you're the victor-it's my duty to answer your questions as the defeated. And I'm not going to lie... I came after you because you're getting too famous, so killing you would satisfy my sadistic bloodlust!"

Frank was confused. "Then I'm sure there are plenty of others who made a name for themselves but eventually died by your hands, so why have I never heard about you? And I can see that you're not interested in getting famous either!"

Hando laughed. "You're right, I'm not—I simply enjoyed seeing the look on the faces of those haughty individuals when they died by my hands. For me, that's the height of pleasure."

"That certainly is sadistic!"

Frank laughed. "And now, it's time for you to go. To be honest, I can't even muster my hate against someone like you, and I'm not keen to make it hurt. Just do it yourself-don't make this ugly."

Hando sighed and looked up at the moon, and it went without saying how cumbersome the regret that weighed down on him was.

But there was no helping it he had shot himself in the foot, and he just had to pay the price.

Well, whatever.

He had his fun, and what would people think if he stayed alive, hanging by a thread?

"I must admit... that you're strong!"

And with those words, Hando leapt off the balcony.

Frank nodded. "You're strong too-of

all the foes I've fought, you're one would've stood no chance against if I didn't have the power of the spiritron vein." noveldrama

If nothing else, Frank admired Hando's technique, but the man was responsible

for too many atrocities to be brought under his fold.

Otherwise, Frank would have liked to talk to him more.

Returning to the homestay cottage, Frank saw that Alda was still up. "What's wrong, Ms. Ingram? Losing sleep?"

Alda smiled, shaking her head. "I was waiting for you to tell me what just happened."

Seeing that she was not sleepy anyway, Frank gave her a brief rundown on Hando.

"He's that amazing?" Alda was surprised that there was someone as tough and cunning as Frank.

"That's one thing." Frank shrugged. "It's a pity he strayed. I might have spared his

life if he hadn't been up to such atrocities.

"But be it by happenstance or

something else, he did not have the

luck

Obtaining the power of the

spirit on vein or retaining a righteous heart."

Alda nodded, "In that case, it's no shame that he's dead. Belittling others because he had an advantage, not even understanding the basic notion of right and wrong and killing as he liked—he was truly a beast driven purely by desire. His existence alone was a curse!"