The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frida was caught in disbelief.

She was twentieth in Earthrank but had never even heard of this man who had just dispatched her instantly.

That would mean he must be in the top ten, but she knew the top ten personally, and none of them had such amazing footwork or martial prowess!

The scrawny man laughed in turn. “Earthrank? It seems you really don’t understand that there’s always someone better, lady. Not all martial elites are eager to compete over such vanity, you know.”

Frida was taken aback—he was not Earthrank, but his martial arts was sublime… he must be from a sect!

She had certainly underestimated the martial elites of Riverton!

“What, are you regretting now?” The scrawny man gloated upon seeing the look of regret on her face.

Frida growled through her teeth, “Spare me your nonsense. Just kill me already.”

quick death, having her

fact, there was nothing surprising

studied her lecherously. “That would be

“What are

chuckled. “Just going to

snapped straight at his lecherous face, “You bastard! I’ll

fall victim to such depravity before

her fists maniacally, the scrawny man thought nothing of it and sunk his clawlike

cried, her blood-curdling scream resounding in the car

arm was left dangling limply with those gaping holes

disdain. “Quit resisting when that’s all you’re capable of, or

through Frida’s jacket right then, baring her fair skin, leaving just

suddenly spat in the scrawny man’s

chance,” the man snapped and punched her right in

to drift in and out of her consciousness. “Hehe.” The scrawny man chuckled coolly, seeing that she

he felt the burst of air behind him and paled as he jumped

Shunk!

viciously into a nearby wall, shaking repeatedly