The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 1830

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Frank poked various acupoints around Mobius' body, paralyzing him.

"You shouldn't have threatened my family," he said impassively and kicked Mobius out of the window.

"Family…"

Mobius' eyes were wide, staring at the face that was soon far away, as he felt the agony tearing through his back.

His vision soon faded, and he was dead.

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"Hmm?!"

Far beyond Draconia, an elderly white-haired man sleeping in a grand canopy bed within a mountain castle suddenly opened his eyes.

The candles around him lit up as he did.

After all, Yohan Bozad had just sensed a thread of godforce connected to himself fading away.

"Mobius…" he murmured, quickly identifying the thread, and he closed his eyes as he sighed. "He's served me for so long, and he died in Draconia."

As Mobius had said, he could see what Mobius saw before his death, even feeling the free fall leading to it.

"Wait, he fell to his death? No, someone must have thrown him out of a building… But who? He's young, but that face is a blur?"

Still laying in his bed, Yohan murmured, "Numan, Rodan."

"Master Bozad."

At his gentle call, two men who were just getting shirtless paused, their expressions solemn.

"Draconia, huh? I heard they have those… martial artists?" Numan, who had a skull tattoo, mused.

"Hmph. They're nothing in the face of Master Bozad's godforce." Rodan sneered through his beard.

Numan smiled savagely too. "You're right. They're asking for it by messing with Master Bozad."

"What are you on about, boys? Are we doing this?"

The ladies were giving them looks, clearly unhappy about the pause.

"Hmph. Of course we are." Numan leaped forward and went to work.

Soon, Rodan was panting too, and he suggested, "Oh, and I heard the ladies are nice over there. Why don't we get some action too while we're there?"

"Good idea. Hehe…" Numan chuckled.