The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

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Clang! A black-clad man's machete struck Frank squarely in the neck, only to resound with a metallic clang.

"What?! Projecting your vigor... You're actually Birthright rank?!" The old man's jaw could drop from shock as he looked on.

But it was not over yet—Frank seized the black-clad man's wrist and crushed it, while seizing his chipped machete and sending two other black-clad men's head flying before landing with their shocked faces intact.

"I'm here to help, Mr. Lawrence!" Suddenly, there was a burst of wind as Burt Yorkman, wearing a ragged black suit, charged inside.

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He vaulted like a crane before assuming a tiger's pose, quickly dispatching two black-clad men.

"Burt Yorkman! You traitor!" Quinn shrieked, shaking with rage when she saw Burt helping Frank.

"Hah!" Burt snorted. "I've been serving at Sage Lake Sect's beck and call for years, but all of you keptat arm's length as if | were a common thief! Frank Lawrence here has not only spared my life, but he actually taughtmartial techniques too! You're all getting your just deserts! Tiger Fists!" Burt was definitely gifted—with just spointers from Frank a couple days ago, he immediately mastered new techniques.

In fact, Tiger Fists was one of the most common techniques found even in the black market. And yet, Burt wielded it with the ferocity of a real tiger, unstoppable even as he charged through the ranks of the black-clad man.

Nonetheless, that was when Frank suddenly felt an aching between his brow and a bizarre sensation welling up the pit of his stomach—his meridians felt blocked even a- tried to project his vigor.

"What? What is going on?" His heart skipped a beat.

Had he been poisoned?! His consciousness stagnated even as the thought struck him. He could not move in tas a black-clad man's fingers reached his shoulder, almost breaking his protective vigor.

It took Frank great effort to stabilize his breathing while Quinn looked in with glee.

"Haha! Eron White was actually telling the truth. He did manage to poison Frank Lawrence, and his vigor's circulation is being impeded." "Get down and beg already, Frank!" She laughed coldly. "It'd at least spare you pain!" Frank clenched his teeth, realizing what was wrong just then—in his meridian nexus, there was a turbidness that kept affecting the flow of his vigor. Wherever his vigor reached, that turbidness followed suit, numbing his body and slowing his movements.

"Frank Lawrence, you've slain one of our brothers and insulted Ms. Ocean! You'll be begging for us to end you soon enough!" The black-clad man who struck Frank just now bellowed, his fingers hardening with vigor as he attacked Frank with a Lotus Poke! "Fuck off!" Frank's vigor may be blocked, but he was not someone whom anyone could walk all over.

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He spread his fingers, clearing his numbness.

At the stime, he arched his back to charge the bursting punch, which he launched at the black-clad man's oncoming fingers.

Before he realized it, the man who just vowed to have his revenge had all his fingers pulverized.

But he did not even have tto scream when Frank's second punch struck him violently in the face.

Poof! Blood splattered everywhere as the black-clad man's head burst open like a watermelon.

The other black-clad men around him were stunned, their assault on Frank suddenly halting.

In fact, they were already backing away in terror—none of them was eager to die so horribly!

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