The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu
Chapter 1033

Frank stood his ground, waiting.

As the first goon swung his machete, he suddenly moved as fast as lightning when the tip of the blade was inches from his nose.

Helen could not see what he did, but the goon was suddenly screaming and on his knees, his machete already in Frank's hand.

Even before the goon could catch his breath, he screamed even as he watched Frank raise his foot. "N-No!!!"

Nonetheless, Frank sent him flying with a kick, leaving his chest sunken and no longer able to scream.

He was clearly dead!

Clang!

At the same time, Frank had nonchalantly raised the machete behind himself, parrying the machete of another goon trying to blindside him.

He pivoted and punched the goon in the head so hard that he smashed it in.

While he did, he did not forget to kick another goon in the shin, breaking his leg!

Crack!

"Argh!" The goon dropped his weapon and tried to flee despite the limp, but he suddenly heard the sound of metal piercing flash.

He paused, looked down to replace the tip of a machete sticking out of his chest, and dropped to the ground in endless regret. "H-He's a martial artist..."

"What?!"

The sight of the goons being mercilessly sliced through like vegetables left Clark and Gable stunned.

They did not expect Frank to be that good-their goon friends had ruled the streets for years and were each as bloodthirsty as they were ruthless. So how were they being slaughtered so easily?!

As their legs began to shake, Gable was the first to come to his senses. "We have to get out of here... He's a martial artist! We'd never win!" Even as he said that, he had pushed the petrified Clark away while he ran alone toward his car.

"You're running?"

Frank, however, could see the fleeing Gable and promptly picked up a machete, which he threw at the man.

"Argh!" Gable screamed even as he dropped to the floor and turned to replace that the machete had sliced his leg clean off from the knee!

Even as he bled and howled in pain, Frank ignored him and turned to Clark.

Gable was not getting away with one leg short, while Clark's knees were wobbling and he almost dropped to his knees.

Still, he suddenly felt lucky that he did not try to run like his brother, or his legs would be gone too.

Amid the panic, he saw that Luna was beside him...

Meanwhile, Frank continued to slaughter the goons for a minute.

After that, he threw away the machete he was holding.

The thirtyish goons were all dead-even the ones who saw that things had gone really bad and tried to run.

On the other hand, Frank straightened his shirt, which somehow did not have a single splatter of blood despite the corpses around him.

Then, he walked up to Clark with a smile. "There. Leave no evidence... Am I doing it right?"