The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



As the inmates looked on, Frank bellowed as he launched his fist at Tigris, their knuckles colliding just like before.

At first glance, Tigris' punch was shrouded in pure vigor and kicking up a violent shockwave, while Frank was just basically holding out his knuckle-it was really a stretch to call it a punch.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

Forget projecting his pure vigor-Frank was not even putting his back into it, and it was a really simple, half-heard punch.

Bang!

In a split second, Tigris' thundering punch was parried like it was nothing, while the man himself was howling as he was sent flying and crashing into the steel bars of a prison cell.

And as the inmates turned to look, they could all see that all that was left of Tigris' knuckle was pieces of flesh scattered all over the floor.

It would be a gruesome sight, but the inmates were used to it here at Blackwater.

They were not thrilled either, because it was a jailer who was beaten up!

How many years had it been since this had happened?

No, forget retaliating against a jailer-the man even defeated him!

Talk about suicidal!

"Are we done here? Can we go now?"

Frank wagged his finger and slid his hands in his pocket nonchalantly.

However, he turned to find Scarface's face pale, and he was barely on his feet instead of getting extinct when Frank beat the jailer. "What? What's wrong?" he asked.

"Y-You messed up big time!" Scarface cried, his lips trembling in clear terror as he stared at the unconscious Tigris.

"Messed up? How?"

Frank shrugged nonchalantly, unconcerned. "What, do they have Transcendent ranks around here?"

His bold words left Scarface and the other inmates around gulping.

Transcendent ranks? The man could really brag!

"Kid..."

The geezer nearby was leveling Frank a troubled look too.

Judging from Frank's display of strength, the geezer was now sure that Frank surpassed him despite his youth.

"I was young and feisty just like you back in the day, thinking I could strut anywhere because I thought myself invincible. Hell, I defeated the jailers just like you and broke out of this prison..."

The geezer coughed as he

continued quietly. "And well, you can see how that turned out-fetters forged from the strongest steel hold down my old bones, and I'm forced to live through this hell on earth."

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Looking up, the geezer's gaze flickered as he told Frank solemnly, "If you don't want to end up like me you should really listen to me now-stay here, and then apolo

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to the warden when he comes back.

"That way, he might somehow prove lenient, and only punish you for trying to escape and hurting the jailer. If you really escape, however, no one will be there to save you."

"Why?"

Frank frowned-why was this geezer so persistently pessimistic?

The old man sighed. "Have you heard about the Blackwater Designation?"

"The Blackwater Designation?"

Frank had heard about it before, as every bounty on the Blackwater Designation came with ridiculously lucrative rewards. In fact, even the best martial elites of Draconia would not shy away from taking it.