The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Drunken Moon was definitely not going to tolerate that, and she snapped, "What

are you going to do if I don't apologize?"

The motel owner growled coolly, "I've already shown you what I can do, and I

don't mind showing it again. Don't take me for some angel-push me too far, and

I'll even make you my slave."

Drunken Moon was simply amused. "Then show me what you've got to grow as

conceited as you are!"

The middle-aged man was snapping at Drunken Moon even before the motel

owner could. "Bitch, you can't even win against my friends! What, do you think

you can challenge me just because you have your boy toy?

"He's quick, but so what?! Speed is pointless against absolute power!"

The motel owner certainly felt buoyed by the flattery. After all, one would never

look a gift horse in the mouth, and there was no one who despised being praised.

Spreading his arms, he laughed. "Come on-seeing those pretty cheeks of yours,

let me give you a nice hug."

"Go fuck yourself!" Drunken Moon snapped, not holding back at all.

"Guess you really want a piece of me! But I'm not particularly interested in feisty

types like you-I'll just cripple your cultivation and let that piece of shit have you

instead!"

The motel owner glanced at the middle-aged man, who was absolutely overjoyed.

Not only was Drunken Moon a decent fighter, but her looks were angelic too, andnoveldrama

the middle-aged man certainly could not resist that!

On top of that, he relished the thought of breaking people, and the sense of

accomplishment was especially great with tough nuts like Drunken Moon.

"Thank you very much, sir!" he quickly told the motel owner.

The motel owner ignored him and Drunken Moon once again and went straight to

Frank.

Unlike the rest, he thought quite well of Frank and would even concede that Frank

was far more gifted than himself.

However, talent did not decide everything-Frank was just too young and lacked

training, so he was not going to win as he did now.

As such, neither he nor the

middle-aged man expected that he

was sent flying by a mysterious

force as soon as he started charging

at Frank, knocking down the

middle-aged man with him

They traded glances in shock-but no matter how foolish he could be, the motel

owner realized that he had screwed up.

"W-Who are you?" he stammered.

Frank shrugged. "Don't bother. You should be thinking about how you're going to

beg."

"Beg? Never!"

The motel owner struggled to his feet, and started trading blows with Frank.

Frank was simply too much and too vicious, rendering him defenseless before

crippling his cultivation too!

"No! That's impossible!" the motel owner cried. "How could you be this strong?!"

Frank laughed. "You're just that

ignorant. Did you think that everyone

has a one-track mind like you, only in

tempering your physique? I'm sorry

to say that I've reached the level of

demigods. People like you are

beneath me."

The motel owner hung his head in silence for a long while but eventually sighed

and whipped out a handgun.

As he trained it on Frank, he smirked. "You made me do this, brat. I have to, even

if it's just for my reputation!"

However, it did not scare Frank at all.

Even Drunken Moon and the others

smiled in wry amusement, and the

bellgirl was, even laughing. "Come

on, boss, you're smarter than this

Even @muggle like me knows that

Transcendent ranks aren't afraid of

guns, and handsome over there is

above that!"

Even the middle-aged man promptly reasoned, "There's no reason to go that far,

man. You should worry about running instead!"