The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

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Frank gave him a thumbs-up. "Though I wouldn't miss your talent."

The undertaker smirked. "And here I thought you'd be a pushover... But it seems I've misjudged you! I'll be frank, kid—just that attitude deserves the praise of martial elites. When it comes to ego, you're the best among the people I've met!"

Frank snorted. "How many people have you actually met that you could critique me? Just tell us who sent you already."

"You're really pushing it!" the undertaker bellowed and launched a violent gust at Frank.

However, another gust shot out from behind Frank, colliding with the man's gust and holding it in place.

Soon, the undertaker's clothes were shredded into pieces, his skin soon reddening and turning porous, and he collapsed to the floor, convulsing in pain!

Janice gasped—she was a fool for doubting Frank's power. That man was a real pushover when compared to Frank!

"Tell us who sent you!"

Frank appeared calm, but he projected a pressure that was worse than the gust that burned flesh, leaving the undertaker shivering uncontrollably from head to toe.

"H-How could you be so strong?" he cried. "This is impossible... Even if you're able to beat me, it shouldn't be at the first stroke!"

Frank smiled in wry amusement. "But that's just reality for you, and it's not up to you to doubt it. So understand the situation and spill the beans, or I might really go too far."

The undertaker simply laughed. "It's just dying. Come on, kill me if you dare!"

Frank dropped to a crouch in front of the undertaker, growling coolly, "Death is a reward to you, huh? Well, I'm going to let you suffer all the torment possible in this world through torture, for as long as you live!"

"Do you even have the stomach for that?"

"We shall see!"

Frank raised his palm, levitating the undertaker into the air while

materializing a drop of acid overhead. It trickled down and

hissed as it hit the undertako net

scalp, burning through hair and skin and leaving him squawking in pain.

"How does that feel?" Frank chuckled. "The best is yet to come-see, I plan to drip the acid at five minute intervals. That doesn't sound much, but I'm going to keep that up day and night. It would make sure that you're not getting any sleep, and your sense of pain will keep flaring.

"Oh, and don't worry about your body's defenses. I will know before you do when you stop feeling pain, and I will change my approach just to make sure you keep hurting."

"Y-You're crazy!" the undertaker cried, and he started screaming in pain again as a second drop of acid fell on his scalp.

Frank chuckled. "Now, let's start over. Who sent you?!"

"You're not getting anything useful from me!" the undertaker cried and started to chew at something.

"Watch out, chief!" Zark yelled when he saw that. "He's trying to bite off his tongue and die!"

Frank smiled, shaking his head. "You're good heck, you're the strongest I've met so far. But in this situation, you're nothing more than a burden because you have no idea that biting off your tongue doesn't kill you!

"Why don't you use your brain for once? There's no artery on your tongue, and the only option is to use your tongue to choke out your own windpipe. And you can't do that without a tongue!"