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.

an antidote before we fought. The whole time I looked like I was poisoned?

"What?!"

was left gaping, while Mr. Quaker was

"Ascendant rank?!"

Quaker and bellowed furiously, "Stanwick Quaker! How

elites were on a completely different level from Birthright-ranked elites and vigor

vigor wielders. Now that Heartfar was exposed as an Ascendant-ranked elite, his participation

of panic in Heartfar's eyes after he was exposed, he stayed on the ground as he glared at Frank in the distance, bellowing, "You've incited your apprentice to use a dirty movel against me, and

"Silence."

laughing coldly. "You're always talking about Riverton this and Zamri that, when all you're doing is inciting conflict between two cities! Now that you're exposed, you'd still claim to be

who was sweating all over his brow as he stood beside Mr. Zoran, Frank barked, "My people have already done a background check! Mr. Quaker here doesn't have a nephew-you're just

an uproar at