The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Uno stood at over six feet tall, towering over Cliff.

Despite Uno’s physical advantage, Cliff was agile and could dodge Uno’s jabs while he maneuvered, finding an opening to strike!

However, once Uno took a punch, his expression twisted savagely.

Suddenly, his footwork and punches were quicker, and he traded dozens of blows with Cliff in a

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As they kicked up dust in the factory and things seemed like it could go either way, Cliff was getting further surprised by each passing moment.

Where on earth did Uno come from?! What was with this brute strength of his?!

Just then, Uno swung yet another punch and Cliff dodged, finding an opening on Uno’s hip!

Perfect!

He clenched his knuckles and launched a heavy punch…

Thud.

Cliff paled as he realized that Uno had caught his fist in a vice–like grip–Uno was waiting for that!

“And here I thought you’d be someone impressive… But you’re just a piece of shit who exploits openings.” Uno snorted.

He launched a jab aimed at Cliff’s head, and Cliff promptly raised his free hand to block it!

Crack!

His bones broke as what felt like a hammer bludgeoned his arm, leaving him screaming a blood-

curdling cry!

Uno did not stop at that, however–he punched Cliff in the head, cracking it and leaving it bleeding!

Cliff dropped to his knees and would have collapsed into a heap if Uno was not still holding his other

hand.

“Cliff?” Vicky’s eyes widened in surprise–the man was pawnarch–tier and was defeated so easily?

In the distance, Jackie was buoyed with joy.

Old Sergio was not lying–the triplets were martial elites.

He looked at Vicky from afar just then…

The girl had only brought three bodyguards. If he could seize her today, he would have a proper taste before handing her over to Sergio as spoils.

At the same time, Uno raised his fist again.

Frank promptly kicked a pebble at that, firing it like a bullet and hitting Uno’s arm.

It knocked Uno’s arm numb for a moment, and he lowered it feebly.

Still, Uno was furious as he wheeled on Frank and bellowed, “What are you doing, brat?!”

“He lost. There’s no need to go for the kill, is there?” Frank asked calmly.

If that punch landed, Cliff would be paralyzed even if he did not die.

Uno snorted. “So what? I’m not done here.”

Frank frowned. “There’s no need to get violent, kid. I don’t mind playing with you if you’re that

enthusiastic.”

Uno actually laughed and threw Cliff aside.

Yara and Vicky hurried to him, holding him up as he bled. “Are you alright, Cliff?”

Cliff’s face was already bruised and battered.

“I’m fine, Ms. Turnbull,” he rasped. “Tell that kid… go back… call in the others… he’s strong… we

can’t win…”

Vicky rolled her eyes but turned to Yara. “Take him to the hospital.”

Yara nodded.

However, when she tried to help Cliff get out of the factory, Jackie’s goons suddenly encircled her, and Jackie himself called out coolly from the distance, “It’s not over yet, Ms. Turnbull. Don’t leave in

a hurry now.”

“Can’t I bring my boy to the hospital?” Vicky snapped angrily.

Uno laughed. “Come on, ma’am. He’s not dying anytime soon–I was denied my last punch, y’know.”

Then, turning toward Frank, he added, “That might not be the case for this one.”

Frank shrugged and rolled up his sleeves. “Fine, let’s not waste time. Tell your brothers to come at me

too.”

Cliff almost choked right then. “That brat…”