The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Don't worry," the scientist assured Frank, clearly oblivious about who he was dealing with. "It's an old machine, but it cost a fortune. It's quite the tough nut, and it's definitely going to survive this." Frank did not press the issue and presumed that the scientist knew him. He then went up on the treadmill, preparing to dash at top speed.

His speed was already above the pinnacle of humankind thanks to his training, not to mention that he was now buffed with the power of the Shagan spiritron vein.

In fact, he had barely run a couple of paces when the treadmill belt snapped, unable to withstand his power!

The scientist was astounded. "Woah! You actually destroyed it... and we actually tested cars with it!"

"He's not giving his all yet!" Sue exclaimed proudly, as if she was the one doing it.

Frank remained unfettered and quickly dissected the issue. "That's not it. Cars have good traction, unlike humans who just need to lift their legs to run. The uneven distribution of force therefore wrecked the treadmill." "Guess we'll have to buy another!" The scientist turned apologetically toward Sue.

Sue smiled in wry amusement but nodded-though she also wondered if the lab was just trying to squeeze her for more funding.

"Now, moving on!"

led Frank to a pool, telling Frank to jump in while they tested how long

performance in jogging was directly tied to lung

scientist did

Frank to hold

minutes! And that was

name out of worry he reached

and gave her a peace

three minutes, and two seconds. Moreover, he

obvious he could hold on even longer

up was a

Frank stood and clenched his knuckle in front of the boxing machine, he chuckled. "Get ready. This might blow up the machine

punch as hard as