The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

"You're wrong, Mr. Reno. I have you exactly where I want you, and...'

Frank's smile broadened. "You've really spared me the trouble of searching everywhere for the saboteurs of Lanecorp's transport trucks. How convenient." "What? What the hell are you saying? You have "

Even before Urian finished, his triumphant expression turned to shock and then panic.

After all, Frank just leapt out of his office so quickly that he was a blur and boldly landed into the center of the hundreds of goons.

"Argh!!!"

"Oof!"

"My arm! My arm!"

The goons were screaming every exclamation possible as Frank changed among their ranks like a wolf among sheep.

He was unstoppable, hitting the goons even before they realized what happened with ease as if on a garden stroll.

He would break arms or legs without a thought, while all the goons could see was a shadow flashing before their eyes. Terrible pain would soon ensue as they looked down to find a disjointed limb or wrists that were twisted in a circle.

Even as most of the others screamed in pain, one of the goons finally zeroed in on Frank.

But when he raised his steel bat, poised to strike, Frank disappeared in an instant like a ghost and reappeared behind him.

Bones crunched audibly, and the goon did not even have time to glimpse Frank's shadow when he looked down to find his ankles crushed.

He screamed hysterically as he dropped to the floor, clutching his legs.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

The same thing continued for over a minute.

By the time Frank dusted his hands in front of a rigid Urian, his lively goons that numbered up to a hundred were now all lying prone on the ground, some screaming while others unconscious from sheer agony.

Either way, none of them were getting out.

Urian gasped as he looked on, dumbstruck.

There was no question that he had met martial artists before-that was, the Lionheart martial elites whom Chet Jonas had brought with him.

The way they moved was mysterious and their strength immense, but Urian could least size them up.

While his goons would never beat

any of them in a one-on-one fight the Lionheart martial elites would not win when his goons had

numbers on their side.

It was why he was confident enough to insult Frank-he only stopped his boys from attacking because he would rather spare himself any casualties. After all, while the Lionheart martial elites might not necessarily beat his men, Frank was somehow gloating that they were where he wanted them to be?

That only made Urian further confident, unaware that the Lionhearts were intent on keeping a low profile.

That was why they sent in novices

who were vigor wielders at best,

which

turn gave Urian the wrong

idea that this was all those martial

artists could do.

However, there was no comparing Frank to those Lionheart rats, just as the martial art novices would not compare to his power.

He could floor over a hundred average Joes, even if he had to stay physical without using his pure vigor.

If he did use his pure vigor, they would all be dead.

"Oh... Haha..."

Urian flashed an awkward smile at Frank, even as he trembled in fear. "Mr. Lawrence... would you believe me if I told you that I was just joking?"