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The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1701-"Well, the jig's up."

The fettered geezer shook his head and sighed. "I guess you'll be getting the Willbreaker."

"Willbreaker? What's that?" Frank asked.

"To bring the new inmates down a peg, they would all be beaten up their first day in… though the severity depends on what you can offer the jailer." The geezer shook his head and sighed-Frank would definitely be getting a world of pain since he was not paying off the jailer.

Still, he advised, "Look, if you can't pay him off and have nothing of value, you just have to endure the stick and be as agreeable as possible. That way, the jailer just might take it easy on you."

"Exactly." A skinny inmate sighed in agreement. "I had nothing to offer when I was brought here, so I had to suffer fifty strikes. Fortunately, I was healthy enough to recover after two weeks' worth of lying down."

He then looked pointedly at Frank. "But judging from your small frame, it'd take you a month to recover."

"Yeah, but surviving is better than nothing."

The other inmates were offering heartfelt advice as Frank was about to be given a beating.

It was a rite of passage for every Blackwater inmate, and one would only be spared if they knew about it beforehand and had someone outside pay off the jailer.

As for Frank, who came in without valuables and had no one outside making bribes for him, he was certainly a tragic case.

It was at least fifty strikes.

If he were lucky, he would need just a couple of weeks to recover like the other inmate.

If he was not, he was looking at disability and a chronic condition.

"All of you, quiet!"

The jailer could clearly hear the discussion the closer he moved to Frank's cell.

Smacking the jail bars with his baton grumpily, he looked around and asked, "I heard there's a new face. Where is he?"

"Over there, sir." One of his flunkies hurried to him, bowing politely before leading the way.

Naturally, they headed straight to Frank's cell.

"Hmph. Fucking lapdogs." Frank vaguely heard Scarface swearing under his breath just then.

He presumed that Scarface was cursing at the jailer. However, he noticed upon a closer look that Scarface was glaring with fury and contempt, but at the jailer's flunkies who were hovering around him. "You are you new here?"

swne et The jailer asked as he reached Frank's cell, nudging Frank on the shoulder with his baton through the bars and barking coolly, "Anything you'd like to give me?" "Nope," Frank replied impassively.

"No?"

Frank's blunt response somehow did not upset the warden, and he cleared his throat as he continued, "Then do you have anything fun?

Hand it over and sweeten my pot?" "Nope," Frank repeated impassively.

UMS His uninterested reaction left the fettered geezer sighing and turning away.

Frank really should have at least put on a smile even if he did not have anything, to show some sincerity.

What was he doing, acting all pompous toward the jailer and challenging his authority?!

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1702-Would the jailer let Frank off easy after this? Young men were really inexperienced!

This was it for Frank. Forget fifty Willbreakers-his attitude would earn him up to seventy more.

And his scrawny body might not even survive it!

"Woah, kid! You're quite cocky, huh?"Upstodatee from The two flunkies following the pudgy jailer around were at once upset, one of them even spitting on the floor as he pointed at the jailer. "Kid, don't you know who this is? He's Tigris Fisher, the Stallion of Blackwater! How dare you behave so insolently in front of him? Do you want to die?!"

Tigris shoved his flunkie out of the way as he stared fixedly at Frank and chuckled. "I heard that you were framed… but naturally, I don't give a shit. Once you end up in here, you're never getting out.

"However, I can give you one chance to contact whatever friends and family you have outside, and tell them to pay me off. Once they do and I'm happy with the number, I just might play nice. But if it's not enough… Hehe…"

Tigris chuckled threateningly, brandishing his baton.

"Oh, that's good…"

Seeing that Tigris was giving Frank a chance to contact someone outside, and the fact that he came from money judging from his wardrobe, the other inmates were sure that Frank would be spared torture for today.

However, that was when Frank chuckled.

"What are you laughing at?"

Tigris narrowed his eyes, projecting a violent presence just then.

"I'm laughing at your name obviously." Frank chuckled bluntly, not holding back at all. "The Stallion of Blackwater? You really flatter yourself… The Boar of Blackwater is way more suitable, considering your girth."

"How dare you!"

While Frank mocked Tigris, his flunkies flew into a rage, pointing at Frank as they snapped at him.

"You bastard! Who do you think you are to insult Mr. Fisher?! Looks like you're really asking for it!"

"Just let us handle this, Mr. Fisher. Just watch-we will peel his mouth off!"

Tigris completely ignored the two flunkies' sycophancy, however, and strode close to Frank cell as he growled, Kid, do you think you're so important that you get to strut here in Blackwater too? Do you really think I can't kill you if I wanted to?" "Just stating facts."

Frank smiled, narrowing his eyes and shrugging. "Also, who's going to kill me? You?"

Frank did not even need to elaborate his look of contempt said it all, leaving all the inmates in his cell and nearby cells stunned.

Someone was actually challenging the jailer's authority?! That was a newbie for you!

"Pfft. This is going to be good."

"I'm betting five bucks that things don't end well for the new kid."

"Bullshit. You don't even have a piece of cloth covering your ass."

et This time, Tigris ignored the whispers in the cells around them, as his glower turned to a savage grin. "Well, since you're so eager for it, I'll show you how things work on your first day here in Blackwater. Get him out here." "Yes, sir!"

At Tigris' orders, the two flunkies eagerly opened the cell door and shoved Frank outside.

They were smiling sadistically, too-in this place devoid of entertainment, helping the jailer torture their fellow inmates was one of the few sources of entertainments they had.

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1707-"Die!"Upstodatee fromHearing Tigris' bellow, every Blackwater inmate was expecting to see a sight of blood and gore, and they were certainly thrilled.

Moreover, Frank did not even have time to dodge-once Tigris' punch landed, his head would explode right then.

However, even as the geezer in the cell shook his head and sighed, the inmates were soon left gaping in shock. After all, instead of spilling blood, the bones in Tigris' knuckle broke audibly as he squealed like a gutted pig.

"What…"

One of the flunkies hiding behind Tigris was smirking savagely, already preparing a script to flatter Tigris when he punched Frank's brain out.

He was left in shock, however-while Tigris' punch struck Frank squarely on the cheek, his skull did not blow up, while Tigris was the one who ended up screaming.

Even as Tigris stumbled backward, the inmates suddenly realized that his knuckle was dangling limply, while white bone was protruding from the joints.

It was Tigris who bled from his fist, and not Frank from his head.

"What…"

The fettered geezer was left gaping.

His very bones restrained in an anger that his meridian nexus could not charge his pure vigor. However, that did not affect his cultivation as he could clearly see the pure vigor with which Tigris had charged his punch with.

Forget a person's head-Tigris would have punched a hole in a solid chunk of steel.

And yet, all that power did not even scratch Frank, while the recoil broke Tigris' hand instead.

What was this logic?

At that very moment, the geezer suddenly had an unbelievable theory.

If he could not discern that young man's depth despite being halfway through Ascendant rank, that would mean…

"His martial arts prowess is far beyond mine?! How's that possible?!"

Shock showed all over the geezer's face, as he had been considered a genius during his youth.

Even then, he had only reached Ascendant rank in his forties, and halfway through it after ten years of nightless training.

e And yet, the young man before the geezer did not even look thirty but had already proven himself stronger even though the geezer had trained for decades more. Did that even make sense?

Still, while the geezer was left pondering the meaning of life, Tigris clearly had trouble believing what had just happened.

With a raging bellow, he raised his one good arm and launched a jab, enshrouded with faint purple pure vigor.

Any away t Tigris was going all out best move, and an advanced technique at thet belongs to "Bull Knocker!"

Even the prisoners seemed to hear the bellow of a raging bull as Tigris leapt toward Frank with a battlecry.

On the other hand, Frank lost all patience as he watched Tigris attack him again. "Horse, bull, pig, and tiger? Seriously, which one

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1708-As the inmates looked on, Frank bellowed as he launched his fist at Tigris, their knuckles colliding just like before.

At first glance, Tigris' punch was shrouded in pure vigor and kicking up a violent shockwave, while Frank was just basically holding out his knuckle-it was really a stretch to call it a punch.

Forget projecting his pure vigor-Frank was not even putting his back into it, and it was a really simple, half-heard punch.

Bang!

In a split second, Tigris' thundering punch was parried like it was nothing, while the man himself was howling as he was sent flying and crashing into the steel bars of a prison cell.

And as the inmates turned to look, they could all see that all that was left of Tigris' knuckle was pieces of flesh scattered all over the floor.

It would be a gruesome sight, but the inmates were used to it here at Blackwater.

They were not thrilled either, because it was a jailer who was beaten up!

How many years had it been since this had happened?

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Talk about suicidal!

"Are we done here? Can we go now?"

Frank wagged his finger and slid his hands in his pocket nonchalantly.

However, he turned to find Scarface's face pale, and he was barely on his feet instead of getting extinct when Frank beat the jailer. "What? What's wrong?" he asked.

"Y-You messed up big time!" Scarface cried, his lips trembling in clear terror as he stared at the unconscious Tigris.

"Messed up? How?"

Frank shrugged nonchalantly, unconcerned. "What, do they have Transcendent ranks around here?"

His bold words left Scarface and the other inmates around gulping.

Transcendent ranks? The man could really brag!

"Kid…"

The geezer nearby was leveling Frank a troubled look too.

Judging from Frank's display of strength, the geezer was now sure that Frank surpassed him despite his youth.

"I was young and feisty just like you back in the day, thinking I could strut anywhere because I thought myself invincible. Hell, I defeated the jailers just like you and broke out of this prison…"

The geezer coughed as he continued quietly. "And well, you can see how that turned out-fetters forged from the strongest steel hold down my old bones, and I'm forced to live through this hell on earth." BUMS Looking up, the geezer's gaze flickered as he told Frank solemnly, "If you don't want to end up like me you should really listen to me now-stay here, and then apolo n to the warden when he comes back.

"That way, he might somehow prove lenient, and only punish you for trying to escape and hurting the jailer. If you really escape, however, no one will be there to save you."

"Why?"

Frank frowned-why was this geezer so persistently pessimistic?

The old man sighed. "Have you heard about the Blackwater Designation?"

"The Blackwater Designation?"

Frank had heard about it before, as every bounty on the Blackwater Designation came with ridiculously lucrative rewards. In fact, even the best martial elites of Draconia would not shy away from taking it.

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1703-The fettered geezer was left speechless by Frank's attitude and sighed softly.

The young man would definitely pay for not listening to his elders.

"Hmph. Mongrels."

Seeing the two flunkies of the jailer eagerly bringing out their torture tools and a fire cauldron, endless hate showed on Scarface Tucker's face. They were the ones who scarred his face, after all.Material © of

He would not hate them so much if they were jailers, but these flunkies used to be his men. They used whatever they had to pay off the jailer, and after days of sycophancy, earned their special rights despite being inmates.

In fact, they were worse than the jailer when they did his dirty work!

Various emotions could be seen in Scarface's eyes as he stared at the steel bar door which was left wide open.

He wanted nothing more than to charge outside and kill those two despicable flunkies on the spot.

However, without a stable diet and being afflicted by sickness and stress, he was now the weakest of the three. He would definitely get killed even before he did anything to the two flunkies if he charged outside.

"Yo, Tucker! What's up?"

Seeing Scarface staring at them fixedly, one of the flunkies leveled a gleeful look at him in turn. "Still bear a grudge, huh? Just give up already. You look like you can't even win against a stray on the streets now… to think that you used to strut as the boss. Tut, tut."

The other flunkie laughed coolly. "Boss? My foot! If only he grew a pair and killed that bitch, we wouldn't be here at all! And he says he'd take a bullet for a brother? He only ended up a clown, while Terry Cotton is living the good life outside!"

"Terry Cotton?"

Frank turned toward Scarface when he heard the name and found him clenching his fists but not arguing at all.

If he did, he would be tortured-a lesson he had learned over the years, and on many occasions.

"Oh, I know! You want us dead, don't you? Here, have a shot."

One of the flunkies threw a rusty shiv at the doorway of the cell, ē laughing. "If you call yourself a man, pick up that shiv and get out ve here who knows, you might really kill us!" Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org "So? How about it?"

Scarface's knuckles cracked audibly, but he was not moving a muscle in spite of the flunkies' provocation.

After all, he knew very well that these were the two flunkies' ploy.

If he picked up the shiv, he would be found guilty of attempting escape and attacking a jailer.

What awaits him then would be a new round of torture-a living hell for the body.

On top of that, it was how he got his facial scars before.

"Hahaha… That's just embarrassing!"

Seeing Scarface back down, both flunkies laughed smugly.

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We do this in the hallway He wanted to do this in the hallway to make a proper example of Frank, who refused to pay him off, and insulted him on top of that Content belongs to content In fact, he could not wait to hear Frank scream and beg for mercy already.

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1704-But at the very next instant, Frank was picking up the rusted shiv thrown over by the flunkies, and he turned toward Scarface interestedly. "Hey, what's your story with Terry Cotton?"

"Terry Cotton…?" Scarface murmured, stumped just then.

It was already a death sentence after Frank insulted the jailer, but he was now picking up the shiv, clearly ready to attack Tigris!

He was doing everything Tigris would never dare!

Around them, the inmates in their cells were shocked to see Frank pick up the shiv too but were soon laughing out loud.

After all, letting an inmate pick up a weapon was almost a traditional bait that new inmates fell for, unless warned by another inmate who was aware.

It was an indisputable crime to take up arms, after all. The inmate would also be charged with attempting escape and attacking the jailer, with the punishment being a brutal round of torture.

Losing a limb and disability was common for such instances.

The fettered geezer was certainly reluctant to say another word as he watched. Frank was simply going to die the first day he came in anyway. But amidst the laughter and gleeful looks, Scarface answered Frank, "Terry Cotton? He's like a brother to me…"

"Pfft…"

One of the flunkies could not help laughing right then. "Come on, Tucker! Did Terry even come to visit since you've come in here?"

"Hell, he never got you a pay-off ever since you've come here!"

"Terry did! But you dogs…" Scarface suddenly trailed off and stayed silent.All

"Oh, what's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"

the One of the flunkies laughed. "Who was the dumbass who insisted that he was the boss and would take the Willbreaker for our sake? Tut, tut Just look at us now, and then at yourself…. It's called judging the situation. Did you really think you'd still be our boss after we're thrown in here? Get over yourself!" Frank more or less pieced together the flunkies' connection with Scarface just then.

It appeared that Terry actually did send a pay-off for Scarface, but Scarface had let these two flunkies have it.

And in order to live comfortably, the two flunkies willingly became the jailer's lapdog, hence turning against their former boss and even scarring his face.

It was therefore not surprising that Scarface was cursing under his breath as soon as he saw the two flunkies.

"How despicable."

Frank leered at the pair in disdain, as he despised traitors the most.

However, one of the flunkies sneered savagely despite Frank's insult. "Hey, you hearing this shit?"

"Loud and clear. Kid has a spine, snapping at us after all that."

"Let's properly teach him a lesson, then."

With the torture tools prepared, one of the flunkies flexed his wrists as he walked toward Frank, smiling, "This is Blackwater. Loyalty and morals all go up in smoke in exchange for survival." Content belongs to "Indeed." The other flunkie smirked "Shame that you won't be around long enough to understand that Afterall, your first day is going to be your last day." Content belongs to

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1705-Frank did not move even as he watched the two flunkies stride toward his sides.

Instead, he turned and threw the rusted shiv to Scarface, who caught it in reflex. However, he dropped it on the floor the next instant as if the shiv jolted him.

Frank, however, did not mock him, and instead smiled faintly. "Terry Cotton is like a brother to you, isn't he? I happened to meet him too, and I dare say we're quite close-just like brothers."

Scarface was left taken aback and started panting as he watched the two flunkies press Frank toward the iron chair.

Even as he glanced between Frank and the rusted shiv on the floor repeatedly, he finally snapped when he saw one of the flunkies stride toward Frank with a branding iron.

Picking up the shiv from the floor, he lunged at the two flunkies and yelled, "Fuck! Let him go!"

His voice was tired and enfeebled, but he surprised the two flunkie nheless.

"Tucker…?"

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

While Tigris was surprised to see Scarface pick up the shiv and fight, he soon calmed down and smirked.

It seemed that he would be having some fun today.

Frank was smiling when he saw Scarface charge at the flunkies too. "Hehe… so you do have a spine."

Bang!

To no surprise, the enfeebled Scarface tripped over Tigris' outstretched leg, dropping his shiv into a nearby puddle.

However, Scarface wheezed even as he pushed him up, not stopping to look for the shiv and continued to charge toward the two flunkies. "You… dogs!" he bellowed.

At the same time, one of the flunkies raised a red-hot branding iron and swung it at Scarface.All content is property

If it hit, he would be thoroughly disfigured!

Thud!

Before the branding iron could reach Scarface's cheek, however, a palm suddenly reached out from the side and caught it.

"What?! Are you kidding me?! Who on earth could hold on to burning steel without letting go?"

Astonishment showed on the flunkie's face as he saw the bar hand holding the brand et a vice-like grip for seconds without flinching. And in his seconds of astonishment, Scarface had reached the flunkie and punched him squarely in the face.

It looked like a soft punch without much strength, but with Scarface's immense weight, it did plenty of damage.

The flunkie screamed as he fell on the floor.

"How dare you, Scarface! You're asking for it!" the other flunkie yelled from a distance, but he was not coming to help his beaten friend even though he was in much better shape than Scarface. Content belongs to Nearby, Tigris was staring at his beaten flunkie in disdain. "Moron."

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

The other inmates were cheering from their cell, loving every moment of it.

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The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1706-"That kid too? Hmph!"

The fettered geezer in a corner of the cell shook his head exasperatedly.

What good was throwing a punch when it only relieved their frustrations for a second?

All it really got them was a world of pain, and was that worth it?

The geezer was hence pursing his lips, sighing at Scarface's brainless actions that would earn him disproportionate retribution.Material

However, even the geezer had to admit that he was itching for this at this very moment, his long dormant heart felt a strange anticipation.

Clang.

Dropping the branding iron on the floor, Frank glanced at his reddened palm for a moment before tearing the leather shackles off his wrists.

Then, as the inmates in the surrounding cells looked on, he walked straight toward Tigris and said calmly, "Take me to your leader. I'd like to talk to him since I have pressing matters elsewhere I have no time to waste here."

His calm, arrogant words left the inmates shocked.

"Shit, who's this character?"

"Seeing the warden? Is he suicidal?"

Tigris could hear the buzzing crowd and found Frank utterly disrespectful.

He could see from the way Frank freed himself that Frank was a martial artist, but even martial artists did not get to strut here in Blackwater!

Hls eyes narrowing above his pudgy cheeks, he growled, "You brat… If you want to die sooner, you don't need to bother the warden. I can help you with that."

"I'm not in the mood to play house with you, Frank said, his tone sinister as he pointed at Scarface. "Get me a car right now. And 1 be bringing this man along with me."

Everyone was gasping in surprise at Frank's demand, and even the fettered geezer was staring at Frank in confusion.

He just could not understand where this kid found such confidence.

Forget not knowing the rules-he dared to take up such a tone with the jailer?

Such a thing had never happened in the ten years since the geezer was brought here!

"You asked for this!"

To no surprise, Tigris was left furious by Frank's boldness.

He raised his knuckle right then, projecting his pure vigor and materializing a steel gauntlet as he launched a punch at Frank's cheek.

The jailer was actually Birthright ranked!

"Watch out!"

Scarface, who was panting after taking down the flunkie, barely had the time to react when he saw Tigris launching a jab at Frank's face. swn And judging from the thick pure vigor enveloping Tigris' knuckle, he was not just intent on beating Frank-he clearly intended to kill!

If the punch struck true…

Scarface flinched-if he were in Frank's face, his face would blow up like a watermelon, with the pieces scattering everywhere.

And Frank was not even protecting himself with pure vigor-that meant he was a vigor wielder at best, even if he had just proven that he was a martial artist by freeing himself!

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1709-Frank had a hunch right then. "Could it be...?"

The geezer nodded grimly, seeing the look on his face. "As the name suggests, every Blackwater Prison across Draconia has the authority to issue the Blackwater Designation, in order to apprehend the worst criminals in the country.

"If you tried to break out, you'd naturally top the list, and you would find yourself fighting every martial artist in Draconia! That's why no one ever leaves Blackwater."

Seeing the geezer's scowl as if reminded of bad memories, Frank quickly understood that his pessimism stemmed from a failed escape attempt, after which he was captured by one of the best martial artists under the Blackwater Designation.

"May I ask who brought you back?"This is property

"It was Simon Lionheart, head of the Lionheart family."

The name left Frank narrowing his eyes. "The head of the Lionheart family personally..."

"Yes."

Terror showed in the geezer's eyes even as he shook his head, sighing lengthily. "His strength is unparalleled, even among the Transcendent ranked individuals. I won't lie-he subdued me the instant I ran into him."

"So, do you understand now why Blackwater is inescapable, kid? Don't bother dreaming about leaving now that you're here, because you're never leaving."

Frank was left thoughtful by the geezer's story.

If he left now, there was no question that he would be in for a world of trouble-those antique Transcendent ranked individuals would really come out of seclusion to take him down.

But if he did not leave, then Gavin Lane would really get killed...

"Hehe..."

Scarface chuckled miserably at Frank just then. "On top of that, we're really screwed here. Escaping should be the last thing on your mind." "Why?" Frank asked, bemused.

"Why, you ask?!"

One of the flunkies got to his feet, wiping the blood from his lips.

He turned, glancing at the unconsciousTigris and smirking. "You don't know who you just attacked did you? He's the warden's brother! And you didn't stop at beating him up, but you broke both

his arms too? What do you think the Warden would do to you now?"

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"Warden's... brother?" Frank frowned slightly, realizing that this would prove troublesome.

He was just planning to look for the warden and convince him to contact Gene Pearce or Hans Schnee someone who had net swn However, Draco Fisher was clearly not going to let him have any contact with the outside world after he attacked his brother. And if Frank tried to break out of prison, Draco could issue the Blackwater Designation, which complicated things further. Content belongs to

Frank felt the dilemma right then, but even as he hesitated, he saw Tigris' phone poking out of his pocket.

"Anything's fine, as long as I can contact someone outside."

Frank strode over, but the flunkies were still intent on protecting their master, frowning at Frank as he approached.

"What do you think you're doing, brat?!"

"You've already hurt the warden's brother! Now you're trying to take him hostage too?!"

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1710-Frank was left taken aback but soon appeared delighted—that was true! Why did he not think of that?!

He even nodded at the flunkies. "Thanks for the tip. I really didn't think of that!"

The two flunkies traded glances, while the one who gave Frank the idea of taking Tigris hostage could slap himself right then.

"S-Stand back!"

"Do you think the warden would show you mercy when you're hurting his brother?!"

Seeing Frank strode up, the two flunkies were still trying to name-drop the warden to intimidate Frank.

They had no idea that Frank was not susceptible, and while they yapped a lot, they quickly cleared a path for Frank.

With that, they watched helplessly as Frank put Tigris on the iron chair and wheeled him further inside the cell.

"Alright-Tigris Fisher is now my hostage," Frank said. "Run along now and tell your warden that I have his brother, and that he shouldn't do anything stupid… or I'll kill my hostage!"

Seeing that Frank was absolutely stubborn, the two flunkies had no choice but to turn and leave to inform the warden.

At the same time, Frank whipped out Tigris' phone and wasted no time calling Gene's Pearce.

No one answered, but it was understandable since it was Gene's personal number, and that he would not accept the call from a number he did not recognize.

After thinking about it, Frank called Hans Schnee, but he could not reach him.

"What?"

Frank frowned, surprised that Hans would not answer a call, though he was most likely busy with some operation.

Nheless, after struggling with himself for a while, a face came to Frank's mind.

Despite being reluctant to bother her, he had no choice at this point but to call her personal number.

"Who is this?" a cool yet melodious voice spoke from the other end.

"Ahem… Silverbell, it's me."

Frank naturally called Silverbell since she was the chief of the Martial Alliance.

As the official leader of all Draconian martial artists with a direct line to Draconia's president, her assistance would be the most effective in t this issue. Swne The only problem was that Frank subconsciously did not want to trouble her.

"Donn-I mean, Frank."

Silverbell's ethereal voice was at once mild when she realized it was him. "Why did you call me?" "Well, you see…"

Frank told her everything that had happened, including how he was framed and thrown in Blackwater.

Silverbell fell silent in turn.

"Blackwater… well, that complicates things."

Frank frowned, as he could tell from Silverbell's voice that this would vel.n et prove troublesome. "What, is Blackwater not under the government's jurisdiction? You don't get to interfere either?" "Yeah," Silverbell replied, confirming his suspicion.

Still, her tone soon appeared relaxed, "But as the chief of the Martial Alliance, they can't stop me if I want to take someone out with me, though that means I'd have to make the trip myself… so be patient and wait for me, Frank." Frank then hung up, breathing a long sigh of relief.