The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



"Oh. Uh...."

Draco was left stumped by Frank's retort, but he soon shook his head repeatedly. "No, absolutely not! Mr. Lawrence, every inmate here is a depraved scumbag who has committed atrocities! If you let them out—"

"That's bullshit!" Scarface suddenly barked, seemingly finding courage out of nowhere. "I'm no scumbag! I'm only here because of my brothers!" Then, he turned, sneering at the two flunkies cowering and trembling down the hallway. "It's all because those two pricks refused to pay up after having fun with a lady at a karaoke bar. Heck, they were so drunk that they ended up massacring a dozen people. As their boss, I naturally had to settle the matter myself..."Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Oh, I get it."

Frank nodded and chuckled. "So because you tried to reach a settlement, you ended up here? That's just embarrassing."

Scarface was left rubbing his nose at Frank's diss and explained in embarrassment, "Well, I can't help it. The officer handling the case got a little harsh, so I beat him up. And then those two, seeing that I'm on their side, forced themselves on a woman as the officer watched.

"She was just a bumpkin from a village working part-time there, and they'd have killed her if I didn't stop them."

Frank nodded at Scarface's story-the man was loyal, if a little dull.

Naturally, Frank was also interested in Scarface's talent.

Even if he was unbelievably frail now, he was a martial artist-and a Birthright-ranked one at that, so it was a waste to leave him to rot here in Blackwater.

He could instead take Scarface with him and arrange a job for him at Lanecorp's health and safety department, so that he could help Lanecorp's development.

Frank was even more sure of his choice after hearing the bonehead's story of how he ended up in Blackwater too.

He would get Scarface out of here, even though the man tried to steal his clothes at first.

That was when Silverbell paused, finally noticing the geezer fettered with iron chains at a corner of the cell. "Wait, aren't you... Madfists?"

"Haha! I'm surprised someone remembers me..."

The geezer chuckled dryly and

sighed wistfully. "However, I've long

since abandoned that title. Right

now 'm just an old man who's barely alive."

"No way!"

Silverbell strode up, exclaiming as she grasped the steel bars of the jail cell, "You were praised as a prodigy fifty years ago, born and often, but trained diligently in the way of

The

fists. After that, you and the friends you made along the way came together, founding the Martial Alliance.

"Though it was said that you've beaten five other Ascendant-ranked individuals at the same time all on

your own, you were framed by a

close friend and ended up in

Blackwater... I didn't think that I'd see

you here!"

Though Silverbell's every word was praiseful, the geezer flashed a pained smile and shook his head, though the pride in his face never faded.

"No wonder..."

Frank cast a look of surprise at the scrawny geezer, not expecting such a glorious past.

So that was why Simon Lionheart himself got involved, recapturing Madfist after his first escape.

It might be no exaggeration to say that only those of Simon's caliber could stop him.

The geezer then asked Silverbell, "You're the present chief of the Martial Alliance, yes? How are things these days...?"