The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel 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?

No, forget retaliating against a jailer—the man even defeated him!

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.