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

quickly drew a lot of attention, and most of the crowd

fail so spectacularly, and there's another one

look at how big he is! Does

think he'd do

the laughter and mocking

Scarface was just shy of seven feet tall and certainly did not look like he worked on his agility

his pure vigor

and he was leaving violent splashes in his wake, he was

he made up for it

Thud!

he started sinking, Scarface caught his wrist, turned

shore and put Lebon down on firm ground, drawing a

longer regarded him with skepticism and jeers, but only

everything he could, only to arrive just sixtyish feet away from the