The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Rob sneered icily even as he watched Frank walk confidently toward his fully-armed soldiers.

He had served in the military for years—even if he had met many martial artists whose abilities the average Joe could not hope to reach, he had never met anyone who did not fear guns and bullets until now.

That applied even to his commanding officer, General Jan Lionheart, which was why he quickly presumed that martial artists were no different from the average person.

They were just better in a fight at best, aside from the tricks they used to deceive the masses.

He simply was not aware that starting at Ascendant ranks, martial artists could cast protective pure vigor to repel physical attacks.

And guns and bullets were no threat to martial artists with abundant pure vigor—in fact, it was pointless against Ascendant ranks.

Even if Frank had yet to reach Ascendant rank now, he could cast a dense protective pure vigor around himself with Five-Peat Archaeus.

bullets—even explosives

did not hesitate to raise his arm and bark, "Take aim!" The Turnbulls all turned shocked as the soldiers all trained their rifles at Frank, and Glen was on his feet right then, snapping, " Rob! We are here to discuss what we are doing against the South Sea Crow, not to argue among ourselves!" Rob completely ignored him,

forget the fact that he's conspiring against the

to stop my men's bullets, and he

said quietly in

proving that guns and bullets are pointless against real martial elites—and it serves as areminder to

Shoot!" "On my order!" Rob sneered savagely,

his eyes right then when he saw that sneer, more or less sensing something unusual about

and most of the Turnbulls were moving out of harm's way,

Turnbull! Mr.

Turnbull! It's terrible...