The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

With those words, the customer's friend strode up and kicked the restaurant owner to the floor before raining punches all over him.

"Please stop! I give in! I give in!"

Writhing in agony, the owner's lofty personality vaporized as he begged repeatedly for mercy.

However, the customer's friend completely ignored him. In fact, he punched the owner even harder until the owner passed out.

Satisfied, he turned and strode over to Jacket Man. "You're quite the despicable fellow, aren't you, siding with your friend without listening to reason, and then using a gun when you can't win? Do you even know who you're dealing with?"

Jacket Man was too afraid to speak, while the customer's friend chuckled coolly and poked him on one of his acupoints.

Jacket Man soon felt the strange sensation flowing throughout his body and exclaimed in shock, "Did you cripple my cultivation!? How dare you!"

The customer and his other friends traded glances—they had been hanging outnoveldrama

for a long time now but never knew that their friend was this good.

After all, the man had survived a martial elite and a gun, even crippling said martial elite's cultivation.

He was really built differently!

As for the Jacket Man, he lunged at the customer's friend in rage, only to be kicked down effortlessly given his lack of cultivation. Then, the customer's friend crushed his other wrist under his foot, knocking him out with sheer agony.

With that done, the man walked up to Frank and bowed as everyone looked on in salutation. "Thank you for giving me the opportunity to show off. I certainly wouldn't have had a chance if you had intervened!"

The customer and his other friends were stunned-what the heck? Why was he so respectful toward that pretty boy?

Seemingly sensing his friends' surprise, the customer's friend chuckled as he exclaimed, "Open your eyes, everyone. This man is the one who's really peerless -we're no different from ants against him."

Everyone certainly noticed that the customer's friend was using 'we' instead of 'you', meaning that even he would have to show Frank due respect.

It was bewildering-was this man so powerful that the customer's friend had to bend himself backward in deference?

"Not bad, kiddo. Technically speaking, you've just proven to be more insightful than the rest of us!"

Zark and the Ghostly Six all gave the customer's friend both thumbs-up.

Like everyone else, none of them saw Frank's true might from first contact.

Sure, his physique was immaculate, and he appeared to have the gift, but his true power was far greater than what he showed! From a certain point of view, that meant that the customer's friend was better than they were, as only true martial elites would have been able to uncover Frank's depth.

Frank could tell that the customer's friend was something special as well.

Clapping a shoulder for him to straighten himself, Frank asked, "I can see that

you're special too. Why play down your gifts?"

"Funny, I could ask you the same question."

Sharing a smile, Zark then said, "Don't get ahead of yourself, kid. This gentleman may appear unknown, but he's really

special-have you heard of Mystic Sky Guild?"

The customer's friend was stunned. "Could he be?"

"Indeed he is—he's Lugh Frankton, the chief of Mystic Sky Guild!"

Zark announced proudly as if he was

the

aling himself. "While he isn't s strongest, he's still sp

the

t in this country!"

"For real?!"

The customer's friend was at once surprised and delighted.

After all, many upstanding people—especially youths-admired the chief of Mystic Sky Guild.

Strength, virtue, and influence—there was no one who would disrespect such qualities!

"None other!"

Despite everyone's fawning, Frank appeared used to it, as if his status was nothing worth bragging about.