The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

The motel owner snorted. "You're all so ignorant! It's true that most guns are

pointless against Ascendant ranks, but this is no ordinary gun-it's a mystical item

refined by a master craftsman.

"Not only are the bullets much faster, the gun's penetration power is even more

formidable. I used it to bury many while I was young-even martial elites like you!"

Everyone became restless at those.

However, while Drunken Moon and the others were worried, Frank was actually

excited.

Mystic items were a quintessential part of high fantasy, and he might reach a

treasure trove through the master craftsman whom the motel owner spoke of.

"Aren't you scared?" the motel owner asked just then, puzzled seeing that Frank

was fearless, even smiling.

Frank chuckled. "Why should I worry about a mere toy? Start shooting if you want

-I'm sure everyone's busy and has better things to do."

The middle-aged man snapped, "You're getting too full of yourself, brat! That thing

has clearly seen plenty of action and victories, and you might really die if you don't

watch yourself."

Frank simply spread his arms. "Then shoot!"

The motel owner laughed. "Well, you asked for it. And don't worry-once you're

dead, I'll show those ladies a good time!"

With a sleazy smile, he pulled the trigger right then... only to be dumbstruck with

the rest of them the next second.

With an audible clang, the bullet ricocheted before dropping to the floor, while

Frank stood there, clearly unhurt!

"How?! How is that possible?!"

Both the motel owner and the middle-aged man could feel their jaws dropping.

There were two ways that an

Ascendant-ranked individual was

impervious to bullets-most of them

were quick enough to dodge it while

the minority were durable enough to

be bulletproof.

However, the motel owner's gun and bullets were supposedly different and could

overcome those!noveldrama

"What's impossible about it? You're ignorant, aren't you?"

Vaporizing the motel owner's gun with just a thought, Frank whipped out the

pendant and waved it at him, asking, "Can you tell me who made this now?"

It was only natural that the motel owner was not in the mood to talk.

Scrambling to his feet, he started running, only for Frank to trip him. "Did you

really think you're so unassuming? Far from it-especially with that mindset of

yours!"

The motel owner was speechless, but it was true that he had been too

presumptuous of his own invincibility.

He was just going to show off a little and check out why the pendant was suddenly

activated, only to find himself facing true power.

Smiling apologetically, he said,

"Come on, friend. We're all martial

artists, so there's always a point

when we should stop when it comes

to sparring. You're still young

kid-don't go astray now!"

Frank laughed in amusement. "Now you're appealing to my kindness? You

certainly weren't hesitating when you shot me.

"You're not really repenting-you're

apologizing just because you know

death is coming. It's too late for you

to say anything now, so tell me what

I want to know, or else..."

Shoving his foot down, Frank crushed the motel owner's ankle, leaving him

screaming in pain.

He would have passed out too, if Frank was not using his powers to keep him

conscious!

Still, the motel owner asked, "Would you spare my life if I told you?"

"I might consider it." Frank nodded. "Now start talking!"