The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Moreover, this was a duel to the death between martial artists. To call a technique despicable, when used in a life-or-death situation, was simply laughable.

Moreover, Heartfar was using hidden blades that were coated in poison-what right did he have to complain?

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"

Nonetheless, Heartfar was glaring murderously at Scarface like a terrible monster.

At the same time, he curled into a ball as he lay on the floating platform, clutching his own bleeding groin with both hands.

"Oh, save it already. Did you really think your poison would work?"

Scarface was suddenly on his feet, appearing perfectly fine as he grinned at Heartfar, who was as shocked as he was in pain. "Brother Lawrence saw through you from the start-you're actually an Ascendant-ranked elite, aren't you? You only look like you're Birthright- ranked because you took a suppressive drug.

Lawrence had already let me take an antidote before we fought. The whole time I looked like I was poisoned? I was just pretending, all to

"What?!"

was left gaping, while Mr. Quaker

"Ascendant rank?!"

Quaker and bellowed furiously, "Stanwick Quaker! How dare you cheat in

from Birthright-ranked

other hand, the free-for-all and ring fights today were only open to Birthright-ranked elites and vigor wielders. Now that Heartfar was exposed as an Ascendant-ranked elite, his participation was a clear violation of the rules. "I-I don't

as he glared at Frank in the distance, bellowing, "You've incited your apprentice to use a

"Silence."

Frank strode up, laughing coldly. "You're always talking about Riverton this and Zamri that, when all you're doing is

Mr. Quaker here doesn't have a nephew-you're just

erupted in an uproar