The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Seeing Frank chasing her down, the beggar said, "I really can't elaborate. You know about the group already, don't you? Go and deal with them-use your wisdom to see through everything and solve the riddle."

And with that, she left without a care.

This time, Frank did not stop her-if anything, he had no reason to do so.

Her point was simple: there was just so much involved that even she had not the faintest idea.

Sighing, Frank called Jouri and told her to search for Sanne Quess and Reverend Quietus.

"The latter is impressive," he said. "She even sealed the power of the spiritron vein!'

"What?!"

Jouri was shocked-that was impossible, as the spiritron vein was invincible as far as she was concerned.

But a mere reverend subdued it?!

"Do you have further details?" she pressed.

Frank shook his head. "She can use talismans. That's about all I know about her."

Jouri sighed wryly. "Then looking into her will be difficult I'd focus on Sanne Quess instead. Who is he?"

Frank told her, and Jouri was not surprised after hearing what Frank told her about Reverend Quietus.

It sounded scary, but as the reverend put it, the paranormal was but entities with the same energy signature as the spiritron vein.

It was basically no different from cultivation, aside from being superior.

"I'll hang up if there's nothing else," Frank said.

"Wait." Jouri quickly stopped him. "Do you remember the number from Drunken Moon? I got a lead just a second ago. I'll send it over right now."

"Yeah," Frank replied.

Soon, Jouri's message came and it was a real-time motion tracker. Interestingly, the target was less than two miles from Frank's own position!

Smiling, he did not hesitate to go after him.

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A black Lamborghini was speeding down the highway, with a white-haired youth driving and headbanging to the deafening music.

Then, spotting a motorcycle just

ahead, the white-haired youth looked

around Once he made sure there were no cameras around, he floored: the gas pedal, sending his car crashing toward the motorcycle!

The biker had no idea he was prey, and it was too late to dodge when he heard the thunderous rumble of the Lamborghini's engine.

But at the very last moment, Frank suddenly appeared and lifted him into the air before landing safely on the grass by the road.

At the same time, the Lamborghini skidded and turned around, bounding straight for Frank.

Frank did not hold back, waving his hand and crushing the Lamborghini into a ball of steel less than eight inches wide!

It went without saying that the biker

was astounded-Frank swooped in

to save him at lightning speed, saving him, and then crushing entire caninto a ball?

All those things were impossible!

Pointing at a nearby hill, the biker asked, "Excuse me... If I'm not mistaken, you'renoveldrama

the mountain deity here, right?"

Frank smiled, shaking his head.

"You're imagining things. There are no gods, but you have to go right now id rather not get you into trouble once the fighting starts."

"What?!" The biker was shocked. "Who's fighting?"