The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 1727

Old man and security guard—when both terms are mentioned together, people would immediately think of the elderly security officers, standing guard at hotels, apartments, malls, even parking lots.

And yet, Madfist as a security guard was not the average security guard, but one who could defeat thousands by himself.

Neither Frank nor Silverbell could hide a chuckle at the thought.

Scarface soon joined in, realizing what they were laughing about.

Only Madfist still drew a blank, a stark contrast to the other three.

Nonetheless, once Scarface and Madfist recovered their energy, Frank tended to their injuries, including Madfist's pierced shoulder blade and Scarface's facial scars.

After that, he sent someone to bring them uniforms for security officers of the Lanecorp Health and Safety Department. "Here's the suits for work."

Scarface could cry right then. "So we really are security guards!"

Just a moment ago, he was a burly hunk in a suit, looking especially intimidating with his hades.

Now, he looked like some silly bumpkin who was unhappy with life as a farmer and came to the city to live on two grand per month.

However, Madfist looked even more ridiculous.

Once he put on his uniform, he was a hundred percent your typical elderly security guard. That impression was only further enforced with his slight hunch, since his shoulder blades had yet to recover after Frank applied his medicine.

Even Silverbell, who was always stoic and aloof, was left sprawled on the table laughing when she saw her predecessor in that getup.