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."

other martial artists in the queue, Sanne shook

of the Martial Alliance, so they would have a hard time believing that she did not have

also basically admitting to being what Sanne said they were

much more important than taking offense

she could punch the dummy and flaunt her

face fell

she also absolutely hated people who called her that

she turned and bellowed, "Who was that?! Who

"What, am I wrong?"

appeared perplexed as she strode out, nodding at the girl. "Yeah, you're a pig! Isn't that a fact? It is twice the size of my

up her own leg

awkwardly. "Sorry, my bad. It's not twice the size-it's actually thrice."