The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage romance Capítulo 2789

Crewcut sighed. "There are too few men like you. Many have the power but refuse to do good."

Frank nodded and threw him a business card. "Just call me if you're in trouble."

"Thank you!" Crewcut bowed at him and turned to leave.

After he was gone, Moxxi snorted. "Are you just going to let him leave, chief? He was ready to kill you!"

"So what?" Frank chuckled. "No one can be a saint, but killing for the sake of it is an absolute no-no. People can be annoying, but know when to spare them. Never distort your world view just because you've gained power or fail to discern morality."

Moxxi nodded wryly—she would not want to admit it, but Frank was right.

Crewcut had been an annoyance, but he did not deserve to die yet. She was just being petty.

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Early next morning, Frank was watching TV when his phone rang, and he saw that it was a number he did not recognize.

Somehow, he had the feeling that it was Crewcut—people like him simply made too many enemies.

This was exactly a case in point: they had just met last night, and he was now asking for help.

However, it was not Crewcut speaking on the other end. "So you're the champion whom that kid thought so highly of? Show me what you've got to earn his respect, or are you afraid to tell me where you are?"

Frank did a double take—was Crewcut dead already?

And he actually celebrated a little. Guess that was five points off his Paragon meter.

"What did you do to him?" Frank asked nonetheless.

Naturally, it was such a sight that everyone in the neighborhood came out to check out what happened.

The sudden fissure already drew much curiosity, and the shining hag that somehow looked divine sent many a superstitious individual kneeling!

Though buoyed, she still noticed the ones who were not kneeling and snapped furiously, "Why are you still standing?!"

With her thunderous call that erupted into violent shockwaves, coupled with dark clouds overhead, everyone was certainly intimidated.

Even if they did not believe in the supernatural, they had to give up on dignity in fear and the spurring of their survival instincts.

The hag then turned toward Frank and found him still on his feet, and she was at once curious and furious. "Aren't you afraid?"

"No means no!" Frank smirked.