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!"

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

attention, and most of the crowd

someone fail so

how big he is! Does he even look

he'd do

and

just shy of seven feet tall and certainly did not

his pure vigor

his technique lacked grace and he was leaving violent splashes in his wake, he was shooting forward

made up for

Thud!

so exhausted that he started sinking, Scarface caught his wrist, turned around, and started running back toward

shore and put Lebon down on

him with skepticism and jeers, but only with respect

Lebon had really given everything he could, only to arrive just sixtyish feet