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

attention, and most of the crowd was

just had someone fail so spectacularly,

how big he is! Does he

I think he'd do worse than the

the laughter and mocking

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

pure

Lebon's. Even if his technique lacked grace and he was leaving violent splashes in his wake, he was shooting

elegance, he made up for it

Thud!

started sinking, Scarface caught his wrist, turned around,

Lebon down on firm ground, drawing a round

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

everything he could, only to arrive just sixtyish