The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Eventually, as over a dozen youths from Kat's neighborhood joined the fray, she took down over twenty thugs.

Still, some of them carried machetes and knives, and Kat ended up getting cut in the forearm when one of them caught her off guard.

At her limit, she was panting heavily as she looked around, but the thugs were all down.

"Well done, kiddo!"

"I didn't think old Nash's kid was this good!"

"Your hands's bleeding... Quick, get it bandaged!"

Kat felt warmth unfurling in her heart from all the praise showered her way and puffed her chest as she turned toward the greasy-haired middle-aged man.

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Somehow, the greasy-haired middle-aged man was not upset or blaming the thugs' incompetence, but was instead laughing... even clapping.

"So that's why you're so full of yourself, kid! You're actually a martial artist-half-baked, but I guess it counts!"

Kat glowered in turn and snapped, "If you get it, then leave!"

"Leave?"

The greasy-haired middle-aged man paused for a moment and laughed even more loudly. "Kiddo, I could already see you're at your limit! I almost wanted to stop myself, but..."

He waved, and more thugs leapt out from the heavy construction machinery... and there were over two hundred of them!

The greasy-haired middle-aged man smiled at Kat in turn. "I didn't bring much, but I brought all the men I could spare. Did you really think you could chase away the Lionhearts all on your own? You're kidding, right?"

Kat's expression certainly darkened as she watched the thugs charged toward them.

Around her, her neighbors who were so vocally approving of her were suddenly deflated and panicking again.

The greasy-haired middle-aged man

was spreading his hands and laughing even as he slowly walked toward them. "I was being nice, but since none of you knows what's good for you, you can all stay We just happen to need extra pites, and you all fit the bill."

The residents all turned pale and started backing away, while Kat was left puzzled. "Piles? What's that supposed to mean?"

One of the youths behind her tugged on her arm. "He means to drive us into the dirt, like piles. Run, kiddo these people are crazy!"

"What?!"

Kat was left incensed, but she saw that the greasy-haired middle-aged man was within her range of attack just then.

She leapt toward him instantly, her vigor unfurling as she yelled, "Skyrush Jab!"

It was her strongest move and a Mystic Sky Sect technique she learnt from Frank.

"Ignorant fool." The greasy-haired middle-aged man snorted.

Instead of dodging Kat's full power

blow, he moved as fast as I

his large hand seizing Kat bing,

neck and lifting her into the air!

"Oof..."

Her attack foiled, Kat suddenly found herself struggling.

But the greasy-haired middle-aged man's hand was holding her neck with a vice-like grip, and she not free herself no matter did.

"Heh. Allow me to introduce myself..."

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The greasy-haired middle-aged man sneered as he took off his glasses. "Sil Lionheart, vice-chief of Volsung Sect's Caudal Hall."