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.”

would prefer a quick death, having her pride as

there was

man licked his lips as he studied her lecherously. “That would

“What

chuckled. “Just going

straight at his lecherous face, “You bastard!

to fall victim to such depravity

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

scream resounding in

arm was left dangling limply with those gaping holes left on her

disdain. “Quit resisting when that’s

nails slit through Frida’s jacket right then, baring her fair skin, leaving just her black bra as the last bastion of her

Frida suddenly spat in

snapped and

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

was about to reach for her bra, he felt the burst of

Shunk!

needle stabbed viciously into a nearby wall, shaking repeatedly