The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



And Carlo Group was one of the strongest factions in the midlands!

But now, Carlo himself was supposed to cut off one of his own arms just to leave Zamri alive, just because some brat demanded it?! "Don't get so full of yourself, Frank!"

Carlo shrieked, "You've slain my martial artists... B-But I still have a trump card! Don't you push me!"

Frank remained impassive as he stared at Carlo, however. "Trump card? Oh, you mean Thousand Isles Guild?"

"What...?"

Carlo was left stupefied once more when Frank mentioned Thousand Isles Guild by name.

Though Frank was right, how could Frank have found out about his strongest supporter?

"Don't bother."

Frank chuckled coolly. "You have two choices. One, you will leave an arm in penance and return to the midlands. That's for going way over the line, and we can go our separate ways after that.

"Second... You can push your luck, and I will kill everyone connected to Carlo Group in Zamri, including you and your son."

"Whether Thousand Isles Guild comes for me or not, that's no business of yours. After all..."

Frank reared his head, his eyes flashing coldly. "You'd already be dead."

"Dead...?"

Carlo was left flinching as Frank breathed the word, his earlier confidence vaporizing.

He was certainly despairing, as the only trump card he thought he could threaten Frank with proved utterly futile.

"I-I will surrender."

After a moment of silence, Carlo looked up and growled through his teeth, looking at Frank as he sweated all over his brow, feeling the jitters. "I will leave the east coast as you demand, stay out of your business, and even pay you back for any damages incurred... But I won't give up an arm!"

"Five hundred million! How about that?! I'm buying my arm from you for five hundred million!"

"Five hundred million? Pfft..."

And yet, Frank snickered when he heard the number, his expression soon turning cold. "Do you think I'm in need of money?" "What-"

Even before Carlo finished, he felt an

agony over his left arm, just as

chilling, piercing agony abruptlenes his scalp. Content

covered

"What?"

He looked downward blankly as an entire human arm dropped on the floor, just as he heard a thud.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

The fingers were still twitching, and the arm could not be more familiar to Carlo—especially the ring glinting on it.

As realization hit him, Carlo was left clutching the stump of his severed arm and screaming hysterically.

"D-Dad!!!"

Seeing how his father's arm was cut off, Fredo did not dare to even look Frank's way.

All he could do was run forward, clinging to his father as he cried, "Come on, let's leave Zamri already! Let's go!"

"Fuck off, you piece of shit! You can't even do a thing right... Argh!!!"

Carlo flailed around on the floor as he spat every expletive he knew.

On the other hand, Frank was not even looking at them.

Instead, both his eyes were fixed on Geon's sweaty, pudgy face as he said, "A friendly reminder: you have a good chance of surviving if you start running now, then get a cab to take you straight to Zamri Hospital and ask for my sister's help."

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!!"

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Carlo kept cursing even as he struggled to get up with his son's help, clutching the bleeding stump that was his arm as he fled outside miserably.