The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



As Heartfar gloated, he glanced at Frank in the distance.

"But this is it for you!" he bellowed, raising his hand and taking aim at Scarface's head, as if to flex on Frank and Mr. Zoran.

However, even as everyone held their breaths and the more faint-hearted had covered their eyes, Heartfar suddenly turned rigid, his hand remaining in mid-air.

In fact, the audience waited a long while, but Scarface's head was still not exploding.

"Pfft..."

Then, despite the tense situation, someone snickered with terrible timing.

"Pfft..."

Another snicker could soon be heard, and everyone turned to see that it was the two girls standing at Frank's side.

Frank himself was not laughing, but his face was weirdly contorted, as if grimacing in pain.

"What...?"

Nheless, as everyone looked where the girls were looking, they found a large hand grabbing Heartfar between the legs. Moreover, blood was pouring out from the gap between the fingers.

"Oof..."

When all the men present saw where the hand was grabbing, they grimaced just like Frank did. "Huff... huff..."

At the same time, Heartfar started breathing heavily and was shivering even as he looked down in disbelief. There, he found Scarface's hand covered in his blood as he grabbed him by the balls!

"Argh!!!"

There was a blood-curdling scream as Heartfar dropped on the floating platform, both hands holding his groin.

He howled like an animal, almost as if he was not human!

"My god... Where did that move come from?! And that big guy looked so down-to-earth too!"

"That was brutal."

"Yeah, no one could have expected that!"

"Well, Heartfar might have won the match, but he has lost his existence."

"Pfft. Wait, let me get this laugh out of my system."

"What?"

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The girl who was standing behind the geezer standing beside Frank earlier was staring blankly at the other martial artists around them.

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she turned toward Lebon. happening here? What did that big guy do?"

"What did he do? Ahem..."

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Lebon, the airwalker who almost drowned, cleared his throat

awkwardly. "It's a technique that would leave any martial artist pale.

It's called... The Nutcracker

The girl, despite her innocence, finally realized what happened when she was given the name.

She flushed right then and glared at Frank in disbelief. "T-That scumbag! He taught his apprentice such a dirty move?! How despicable!" "Hey, if it works..."

Frank certainly could hear the groans and shouts of disapproval from every direction, but he did not care.

The way he saw it, moral obligation did not matter as long as the technique got the job done!