The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

And of all the people whom the middle-aged man met before, no one would even dare to claim to be superior than Frank.

Sighing in relief, he soon laughed in acceptance. "Well, you've got what you wanted. You really scared me there!"

If he knew this would happen, he would not even have traveled all this way just to deliver a bomb!

Frank nodded just then. "So? Who put you up to this?"

The middle-aged man answered, "I don't know his name, but I can take you to him. Be prepared, though he may not have your powers, but he's a killer too. "Moreover, he's protected by many martial elites. You'd best be prepared."

Frank smirked. "Don't have to be. I'm always prepared!"

Then, turning to the others, he said, "I'm going out for a while, but I'll be right back. Keep both eyes on the ladies."

Jada and the others all nodded.

Soon, a taxi arrived outside a breakfast cafe with a small door.

It was already closed, but the second floor was a lively place with over twenty people standing around. One of them noticed the taxi and was shocked to see that it was not just the middle-aged man-Frank was there too!

"H-He's alive! That's something!" He snorted.

Everyone hurried over the window to look, and Frank really was unscathed!

"That's why he's the chief of Mystic Sky Guild-he should at least be capable of that much. Everyone, get ready for a fight!"

Everyone nodded and opened the window as they leapt out, surrounding Frank before he could enter the building.

Frank looked around-there were thirteen of them, standing in the formation of a hexagram star.

The fact that they all appeared to be locals made it even more interesting.

"Don't tell me that you're all followers of a cult, with the evil deity teaching you a weird technique that kills anyone instantly."

Still, Frank was not surprised at all.

If anything, he was pleased-his instincts told him that these thirteen people were outrageously strong and could show him a good time.

"One must admit that no one embodies your staunch presence, Mr. Frankton."

A lanky man strode up, clapping he flattered Frank. "Anyone else

would either assume a fighting net

stance or go down on their knees and beg once we surround them.

"You, on the other hand, are as nonchalant as some grandad on his morning stroll."

Frank nodded. "Reasonably

speaking should return the flavor

after you flattered me... But to be

honest, I'm terrible at lying. And fromnoveldrama

where I'm standing, you have nothing going for you."

"Really?"

Annoyed, the lanky man told his friends, "Don't move. Let me fight him one-on- one, or people would laugh at us for bullying him with numbers."

As he finished, he whipped out a knife smaller than the military issue combat

knife, which also appeared to be modified.

"Come at me!"

Frank smiled at the lanky man, his hands clasped behind his back.

"Let's see if you can keep laughing soon!"

Enraged, the lanky man threw his knife at Frank.

However, just as it was about to hit Frank between the eyes, the knife suddenly turned and shot upward!

The lanky man promptly recited a chant, and the knife was suddenly gigante, dwarfing the three-floor shop behind it, and descended on Frank from above!