The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

"The nail that sticks out gets hammered! I'm sure you'd die horribly soon enough!"

The white-haired youth's futile efforts at threatening Frank only made him smirk.

"What's it to you, even if I or Drunken Moon died? She still won't be interested."

The white-haired youth snorted, but soon sighed. "Fine, do it!"

Drunken Moon wagged her finger at him. "Why should we make it quick? He's

actually right—death is a reward for people like you.

"That's why I'll treat your leg and sell you as a slave to some third-world country.

Trust me, it's not just the ladies who are popular there—they like a pretty boy too."

The white-haired youth smirked. "Quit trying to scare me. Do you think that

crippling my cultivation would stop me from talking? As long as you don't, I'll find a

way to free myself. Let's see what you can do then!"

That was when Frank butted in. "Actually, I do have a solution."

With just a thought, the white-haired youth's leg was as good as new.

As soon as he saw that, the white-haired youth promptly dashed toward Drunken

Moon, but she was prepared for it and sent him flying with a kick.

Even as he crashed heavily into the ground, the white-haired youth felt himself

dying inside

He stared blankly at himself, mumbling, "No... That's impossible! How did my

speed disappear?! I was born with it!"

Frank chuckled. "What's impossible about it? Hell..."

He snapped his fingers, and the white-haired youth suddenly could not open his

mouth too!

Even his vision was a blur—he could only see Frank, but not where he was.

If he were really sold as a slave to a third-world country as Drunken Moon had putnoveldrama

it, he would not be able to escape at all!

"See, there's no doubt you don't fear death, and people like you are rare."

Frank chuckled. "But what you didn't

know is that there are plenty of

punishments tailored for people like

you too. Even if it wasn't the original

intention, it works for me!"

The white-haired youth shook his head repeatedly but was unable to appeal to

Frank's conscience, even as he laughed like a demon!

In the end, success never depended on luck. Frank was able to protect Drunken

Moon because his methods inspired fear!

It was certainly the first time the

white-haired youth had met

someone like Frank, and he could

not wrap his head around it, as if the

world was crashing down around

him.

Frank then turned toward Drunken Moon, who smiled, shaking her head.

The third-world country idea was

just spoken from the

spur-of-the-moment. And unlike

Frank she always insisted on

making things quick no matter how

rotten the villain was.

However, Frank shook his head. "He treats his fellow human beings with

insignificance. Unless properly punished, he and his ilk won't get the wake-up call

he needs.

"If you want to stand on your own two feet, then you have to put aside your

conscience and be cruel to your enemies."

Knowing that Frank was right about that, Drunken Moon resolved herself and

strode up to the white-haired youth. "Don't blame me for this. It's your fault for

losing!"

Lifting him into the air, Drunken Moon then slammed the white-haired youth down

violently on the floor, knocking him out.

Turning to Frank, she asked, "Can you actually do it? Sell him as a slave to a

third-world country?"

Frank smiled, shaking his head. "Human trafficking is simply indefensible. Why

would I do that?

"Still, we can ask someone to send him over—someone would take him away by

then."