The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

It was just like a billionaire suddenly realizing that he was actually penniless.

Even as the thirteen felt like they were dying inside, they realized that the way they had insulted those powerless against them was now an insult to themselves.

They were all yelling and screaming as if they had lost their minds, and if not for their human faces, the middle-aged man with them would have thought that they were some type of monster.

"Go on, tell us. Where did you come from? Why did you try to kill me?" Frank demanded coolly just then, standing before the thirteen.

His giant was slowly fading into the air, but his majestic presence remained.

The thirteen actually scorned their past self now-how foolish were they that they had to attack Frank without investigating him?

And now, they had all fallen to him!

That was when the woman bore with the pain and snapped, "We've heard of the chief of Mystic Sky Guild and how ruthless he is, especially against people like us. Why should we tell you anything? Wouldn't we be made a laughing stock?"

Frank laughed. "Actually, you'd be a real laughing stock if you were tortured to death."noveldrama

The thirteen were speechless.

There was no doubt that Frank was different from what they had imagined. As if suffering from some defect in personality, he really loved bullying villains such as themselves.

If they did not tell the truth, the brat might really do something horrific.

"Our powers were granted by someone just like you. He said that you won't win against me... and we were stupid enough to believe it."

Frank was immediately interested. "So you're aware of the spiritron vein as well?"

"That's not really a secret," the woman replied. "Others call it an evil god, and our benefactor is the strongest we've ever met!"

Frank was even more thrilled-he loved hearing words like 'strongest', as there was nothing more thrilling than destroying them.

"I really want to know where he is now," he said. "You have every reason to tell me, especially if you want him to avenge you."

The woman shook her head in

exasperation. "He disappeared after bestowing us powers, as he said he

couldn't leave that place im sure you're just like him, so you can't do anything about that either

Frank chuckled. "Since the conditions are just like mine, that just proves you're not lying. Anyway, there are others who can find him even if I can't. So give me his name and where you met him."

The woman laughed. "He's called Heracles. As to where... It's somewhere in Africa. Are you really going to find him?"

"Why not?" Frank shrugged. "And,

you're all going to die anyway, so it's none of your business. Take your time while you're journeying to the

gates of hell-your master will join you soon enough."

Realizing that Frank was ready to kill them, the thirteen really wanted to run.

However, their limbs were broken and their energy spent. They could only wait for the sweet release of death!

Frank's vicious glare left the middle-aged man beside him blanching as well.

He wanted to run but could not

because his legs felt like jelly. All he could do was drop to his knees with

a thuế

a thud and groan about how difficult

life was for him, having

grandmothers and toddlers to take care of.

Frank's ears pricked. "Sorry-I may be young, but I've seen plenty of people like you. All your tales are always the same, so I really don't have any interest in your bullshit."

Then, rummaging through the debris, he found a cleaver and threw it to the middle-aged man. "Kill yourself. I'd rather not dirty my hands."