The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Seeing the oncoming black Mercedes, a thug in a singlet quickly turned and ran inside the temple to report, "Boss, he's here!"

"Shit, so that's why he's not haggling-he's filthy rich!"

There were over a dozen thugs, but they were the least important thugs there ever were. Even the boss was only in his twenties, and his hair was dyed in a variety of colors.

As Frank alighted and was heading towards them, he raised his metal bat and pointed at Frank pompously. "Stop right there! Not one step closer!"

"Okay, okay..."

Frank threw up his hands and surrendered while subtly looking around for the elderly man with a steel mask covering half his face.

"Where's the money?"

The thug boss frowned as he studied Frank just then.

"There's no briefcase in the car, boss!"

A thug had rushed over to rummage through the black Mercedes and did not find any briefcase containing money.

"Shit, you're fucking with us?!"

The thug boss was at once furious, raising his baseball bat and ready to enforce violence.

Still, Frank could tell by then that every thug present was within sight, while Aion and Mona were left unattended in the temple.

How unprofessional...

With that thought, he punched away the thug boss's metal bat, leaving it dented by his knuckles.

As the thugs looked on, dumbstruck, Frank sneered as he strode up and dislocated the thug boss's wrist, leaving the man screaming like a gutted pig and weating buckets. "Shit! How dare you fuck with the boss?!'

The other thugs were scared but lunged at Frank anyway, ready to beat him up... but they were really far beneath him.

And he would at least have been

wary if they had someone watching Aion and Mona, but they were irregulars, not even bothered to

watch their hostages.

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As such, Frank stood where he was, swinging his palm and dislocating the shoulders of the dozen thugs.

They all dropped to the floor screaming, powerless and helpless.

"Honestly..."

Frank shook his head.

Why were these thugs even here? For a laugh?

Forget looking for a briefcase containing money-they did not even know enough to guard their hostages!

The whole thing was just ridiculous!

Nonetheless, it was after Frank

the rundown temple t

why the thugs were not

keeping watch over their hostages.

When he found Mona, smiling awkwardly at him, he also found a familiar face seated meditatively beside her.

It was the elderly man with a steel

mask covering half his face, hiding

his presence to elude Frank's dinget

senses.

As he slowly looked up, he asked, "You have the spiritron vein, don't you, kid?"

"What?"

Frank was taken aback, as sweat seeped out over his brow.

Thank goodness he did not take the spiritron vein from Silverbell!

That elder was waiting right here, prepared to take it from him!

"Wait, you don't have it?"

Still, surprise showed on the elder's face after he narrowed his eyes and studied Frank.

His fingers danced as he made a divination, and he eventually frowned.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!