The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu
Chapter 1726

While Scarface looked just like one of those burly bodyguards one so often saw in movies, Madfist was dressed casually, with a green newsboy cap to hide his face. While it made him look funny, the old man liked it and did not care about the weird looks thrown his way.

Earlier, they drew a lot of stares as they were striding into the mall, barely covered only in rags.

However, while Madfist strutted with his head held high and without a care, Scarface was cowering and blushing in embarrassment.

After getting themselves some suitable clothes and taking a bath at the hotel, they felt considerably recharged after eating a table full of food, leaving the waiters gaping.

Silverbell, who was having tea, asked respectfully, "So, what are your plans, sir?"

Madfist did a double take, only truly realizing then that he was free, and not fettered to his bones in Blackwater and subject to nightless tortures.

Still, he was not quite used to his sudden newfound freedom and spoke quietly after a brief silence. "Well... most of my friends were dead or hurt three years ago, and I might cause trouble if I go to them now. So..." He trailed off, shaking his head. "Well, I have no plans."

"What about you?" Silverbell asked, turning toward Scarface, who did a double take.

Patting his round belly, he laughed. "You're such a joker, sis. Where can I go in my condition? I'm staying in Zamri."

Silverbell blushed and stayed silent-on their way out of Blackwater, Scarface had basically adopted Frank as his brother and Silverbell as his sister-in-law.

"Hehe."

Frank chuckled nearby, already prepared for this. "Well, since neither of you have anywhere to go, I just happened to lead an outfit called the Lanecorp Health and Safety Department. Why don't you join us?" Turning toward Scarface, he added, "By the way, Terry Cotton and the rest of your boys are in the gang."

"Then, what else do I have to say?"

Scarface shrugged before frowning, "Well, I can join...but what's Lanecorp? And the health and safety department... Are you really having us be security guards?"

Madfist turned toward Frank as well, but Frank simply chuckled. "No way! I guess Lanecorp is the company I'm supporting, and since both of you are martial artists, you'll be leading them. How about that?" "Sounds good."

Scarface laughed carefreely, replaceing a feeling he had once lost.

"What about you, sir?" Frank then asked Madfist.

Since Frank could not call him 'old man', Frank decided to use 'sir' just like Silverbell did.

"I'm fine, but the name of that outfit..."

Madfist was clearly unhappy with the name.

After all, the Lanecorp Health and Safety Department?

Anyone would think that it was an actual department of some random company.

On top of that, if other martial artists found out that the former chief of the Martial Alliance-an Ascendant-ranked individual and a man lauded as a prodigy fifty years ago was now just a glorified security guard, martial artists would be laughing themselves silly. "Pfft."

Both Silverbell and Frank chuckled when they saw the pout on Madfist's face.