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!"

word, he leapt toward

attention, and most of the crowd was laughing

had someone fail so spectacularly, and there's another one

is!

think he'd do worse

laughter and mocking

they had pointed out, Scarface was just shy of seven feet tall and certainly did

his pure vigor was

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

lacked elegance, he made up for it with

Thud!

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

Scarface reached the shore and put Lebon down on firm ground,

him with skepticism and jeers, but

could, only to arrive just sixtyish feet