The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"That's it? That's all a Zamri martial artist can manage?"

"What a loser. He can't even cross a lake."

"Fine, then why don't you do it?"

"That's stupid. I know that I can't cross the lake, so I'll just take a boat."

Hearing the rowdy laughter around him, Frank could not help chuckling too.

At the same time, the geezer who had been endlessly confident a moment ago was deliberately avoiding Frank's gaze, which made him laugh even more.

Still, seeing that Lebon was losing the strength to even flail in the lake and that no one was going to help him, Frank clapped Scarface on the shoulder. "Go on. Quit laughing and get him out of there already." Scarface was so busy laughing that Frank's nudging caught him off guard. "Huh?! Why should I go?!"

Frank chuckled. "So that you can flex your muscles. Don't you want squealing fangirls or the crowd's cheers?"

"Alright, consider it done!"

right then, and without another word, he leapt toward the lake like Lebon did, kicking up a loud splash on

he quickly drew a lot of attention, and most of the crowd was laughing

fail so spectacularly,

is! Does he even look

I think he'd do worse than the first

the laughter and

they had pointed out, Scarface was just shy of seven feet tall and certainly did not look like he worked on his agility

pure vigor

abundant than Lebon's. Even if his technique lacked grace and he was leaving violent splashes in

lacked elegance, he made up for it with

Thud!

sinking, Scarface caught his wrist, turned around, and started

everyone looked on in shock, Scarface reached the shore and put Lebon down on firm ground, drawing a round

no longer regarded him with skepticism and jeers, but only with respect

all, Lebon had really given everything he could, only to arrive