The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 2741

"The nail that sticks out gets hammered! I'm sure you'd die horribly soon enough!"

The white-haired youth's futile efforts at threatening Frank only made him smirk. "What's it to you, even if I or Drunken Moon died? She still won't be interested."

The white-haired youth snorted, but soon sighed. "Fine, do it!"

Drunken Moon wagged her finger at him. "Why should we make it quick? He's actually right—death is a reward for people like you.

"That's why I'll treat your leg and sell you as a slave to some third-world country. Trust me, it's not just the ladies who are popular there—they like a pretty boy too."

The white-haired youth smirked. "Quit trying to scare me. Do you think that crippling my cultivation would stop me from talking? As long as you don't, I'll find a way to free myself. Let's see what you can do then!"

That was when Frank butted in. "Actually, I do have a solution."

With just a thought, the white-haired youth's leg was as good as new.

As soon as he saw that, the white-haired youth promptly dashed toward Drunken Moon, but she was prepared for it and sent him flying with a kick.

Even as he crashed heavily into the ground, the white-haired youth felt himself dying inside

He stared blankly at himself, mumbling, "No… That's impossible! How did my speed disappear?! I was born with it!"

Frank chuckled. "What's impossible about it? Hell…"

He snapped his fingers, and the white-haired youth suddenly could not open his mouth too!

Even his vision was a blur—he could only see Frank, but not where he was.

However, Frank shook his head. "He treats his fellow human beings with insignificance. Unless properly punished, he and his ilk won't get the wake-up call he needs.

"If you want to stand on your own two feet, then you have to put aside your conscience and be cruel to your enemies."

Knowing that Frank was right about that, Drunken Moon resolved herself and strode up to the white-haired youth. "Don't blame me for this. It's your fault for losing!"

Lifting him into the air, Drunken Moon then slammed the white-haired youth down violently on the floor, knocking him out.

Turning to Frank, she asked, "Can you actually do it? Sell him as a slave to a third-world country?"

Frank smiled, shaking his head. "Human trafficking is simply indefensible. Why would I do that?

"Still, we can ask someone to send him over—someone would take him away by then."