The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Having that as precedent gave Thunder's quartet the confidence to attack Frank.

But to Thunder's shock, Frank's breathing was regular and his speech composed.

Forget being hurt-he was not even breathing heavily, while Galen and Blaze were killed.

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In the distance, Bolt was panting even as he dashed toward Thunder, still carrying his explosives with him.

The lady in white silk continued chasing after him and stopped to level a cool glare at Thunder. "Hmm. So you're his boss?" "I..."

Thunder's mouth hung open, unable to manage a word.

Frank's abilities left him devastated.

If they could not hurt him even after what they did, it must mean...

"Transcendent rank..." Thunder murmured to himself.

"Now's not the time, boss! You have to stop her!" Bolt almost swore out loud, seeing his own boss freezing up.

"I mean... Frank Lawrence is Transcendent rank." Thunder turned toward Bolt with a smile so terrible he could well be crying.

"What?! Transcendent rank...?!" Bolt was left gaping at that piece of information too.

If they had known that Frank was Transcendent-rank, they would rather die than mess with the man. After all, those were the strongest individuals of Draconia, the paragon that all martial artists sought!

At that level, they were immune to everything-they were that frightening!

While Ascendant ranks could liquefy their pure vigor to enhance its release and effect, at Transcendent rank, said liquid vigor was one with their physical flesh. Every blow of theirs was lethal, making them walking epitomes of destruction.

For Thunder's quartet, who had yet to reach Ascendent rank, they were no different from ants.

Thunder dropped to his knees before the woman in white, his hands in the air as he surrendered, no longer daring to challenge Frank.

After all, doing so was courting death-they were hired mercenaries, not servants of the Bearson family Once they run into someone they could not beat, they would prioritize their lives over the Bearsonso interests.

Getting paid was good, but what good was money if they were not alive to spend it?

Seeing that the person on the other end did not deny that he was Ascendant rank, Thunder dropped to his knees and begged loudly over the walkie-talkie, "I surrender to you, and to the Lane family! Don't kill me! I can tell you about the Bearsons'

plans-please just let me tive!"

Deflated, Bolt followed suit, which left the lady in white doing a double take.

Frank then snorted coldly over the walkie-talkie. "In that case, I can spare you—but tell me your location right now."

"Yes, yes, of course!" Thunder and Bolt certainly did not dare to refuse and were sighing in relief to hear that Frank was sparing them. After all, staying alive was more important than anything else!