The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

In other words, they had chosen well-Mystic Sky Guild was much more powerful than Princely Sword School.

Even as that thought crossed Myra's mind, someone knocked on the door.

All eyes turned on her, leaving her rolling her eyes. "How many times do I have to

tell you? I'm not a pig, and I won't order food if it's not time to eat."

Everyone's faces dropped as they assumed fighting stances, ready to face an enemy.

Frank chuckled. "No need to get so dramatic-it's a courier."

As he spoke, he went over to the door and opened it, revealing a fortyish man holding a parcel and smiling at Frank.

Only Frank and the man knew that there was a bomb in the parcel!noveldrama

Frank smiled as he took it. "Are you planning to stay and watch if I could dodge the bomb?"

The middle-aged man's smile stiffened, but he quickly said, "Y-You must be mistaken... I'm just a courier. Here's your parcel. Please sign for it."

Even as he finished, he held out a pen and a clipboard, as if he was a real courier.

Frank did not take the pen, however, and seized the geezer's wrist. "Since you want to find out, I'll show you with no uncertainty-you don't have to be afraid either. You'll be fine with me around."

The middle-aged man blanched.

Not caring about his cover anymore, he struggled against Frank's hold while crying, "Let me go! What do you think you're doing?!"

"What am I doing?" Frank chuckled coolly. "You're literally delivering us a bomb, and that's what you're asking? How despicable!"

Unable to free himself, and knowing that he would die, the middle-aged man was suddenly a lot less nonchalant, even choking with tears. "Friend, please-I admit it, it's a bomb! Just throw it out of the window for everyone's sake!"

Frank shook his head. "Like I said, I'll show you how I'm going to deal with it."

"Y-You madman! It's going to blow up-let me go?!"

"Really? Then just sit tight!"

Seeing that Frank was refusing to listen to anything at all, the middle-aged man abandoned all dignity and dropped to his knees in front of Frank bawling, "I have. family! Kid's to feed! I beg you just throw it away!"

Frank remained silent, and the middle-aged man steeled himself, whipping out a combat knife and stabbing it at Frank.

However, Frank easily dodged it—as the middle-aged man was not even a martial artist, he naturally could not even reach Frank!

Seeing that he could not win, and fueled by the drive to survive, the middle-aged man swung his knife at his own wrist...

Clang.

The knife was just inches away when it shattered into pieces, dropping on the floor.

"You're crazy!!! You-"

Even before the middle-aged man finished, there was a deafening bang.

At the same time, a shrapnel shot out of the parcel, cutting through the middle-

aged man's left ear and plunging into the wall behind.

He turned deathly pale, sweating all over his face and unable to regain his

senses.

What was going on? Why was the explosion so small?

No, that brat must have done something!

Was it possible that he could use his so-called martial arts to disarm the bone without him seeing it?

Wait, he did not disarm the bomb... Or the shrapnel would not have shot out!

"D-Did you use an energy field that

consumed the explosion with

precision, allowing just a single shrapnel to shoot out just to show me?!"

Even as realization struck him, the middle-aged man crumbled inwardly.

He was no martial artist, but had encountered people like Frank. Even so, it was already rare for a person to be buletproof tet alone being as invincible as Frank!