The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 2744

Her skin and fingers were rotting where the motel manager touched the pendant, as if being corroded by acid at a visible rate. Worst of all, she could not even feel any pain from it!

"W-What's going on here?!"

Horrified, the motel manager turned and ran.

Drunken Moon was ready to give chase, but Frank stopped her. "She's not going to have it easy without her fingers. Let her go."

Drunken Moon nodded and pointed at the pendant on the floor. "What the heck is that?"

Frank then told her about Reverend Quietus, to which Drunken Room exclaimed, "You meant to say that there are bodies of energy that are basically identical to the paranormal that people speak of?"

Frank nodded. "I'm sure it's not just rumors, with the way it remained over a thousand years—things like that do exist. But in the end, it's no different from a spell, and you can handle it if you're strong enough."

Drunken Moon smiled. "That only applies to you. I don't know about anyone else, but I really can't deal with this!"

Frank chuckled and beckoned with his finger.

The pendant flew into his palm obediently right then, and curiously, it was not corroding his body.

"Amazing." Drunken Moon nodded. "It seems that the reverend was really helpful. Before this, you would be hurt even though you may be able to regenerate."

Frank smiled, nodding—it was true that his abilities had taken to new heights with the reverend's help.

Now, he could proudly say that he dealt with even missiles, let alone the pendant's corrosion effect.

Right now, he was a version of Superman who was not vulnerable to kryptonite!

Still, he glanced outside just then, "There's more coming."

"Alright. Show me what you've got."

Drunken Moon suddenly leapt forward, but the middle-aged man was already prepared and punched out.

As they tussled, the middle-aged man had the advantage initially.

However, he was purely a martial artist who honed his techniques tirelessly, which meant his style was rigid.

He certainly did not have any superpowers, which afforded Drunken Moon an opening. With her use of telepathy, she quickly found his weak spot and floored him by the time they exchanged forty-two blows.

Even as Drunken Moon knocked the middle-aged man down on the floor, he quickly tried to get up, only for her to crush his wrist under her foot.

Howling in pain, he shrieked, "You bitch! You tricked me! That's fucking disgusting!"