The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Tut, tut. What a loser..."

Sanne snored in disdain as she watched the martial artist drop to his knees in front of her.

"You..." he growled.

"What, you're still not giving up?"

Seeing that the martial artist was still glaring at her, Sanne suddenly raised her foot and kicked him in the chest!

Crack!

There was an audible crunch as ribs shattered, and the man's eyes widened even as he died on the spot.

The other martial artists around them gasped, at once shocked and terrified by how ruthless Sanne was. "Trash. You're all trash."

the other martial artists in the queue,

the turf of the Martial Alliance,

such, they were also basically admitting to being what

more important than taking offense at some

one complained. However, before she could punch the dummy and flaunt her strength, someone asked loudly behind

face fell at

was really fat, but she also absolutely hated people who called her that it was

bellowed, "Who was

"What, am I wrong?"

nodding at the girl. "Yeah, you're a pig! Isn't that a fact? It is twice

even sized up her own leg against Sanne's arm as

as Sanne's expression contorted in rage, Kat chuckled awkwardly. "Sorry, my bad. It's not twice the size-it's actually thrice." "Are you fucking with me?!"