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!"

Nheless, 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.

"As for your poison, Mr. 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 deceive you."

"What?!"

Hearfar was left gaping, while Mr. Quaker was left stunned at Scarface's explanation.

"Ascendant rank?!"

Mr. Zoran was shocked too, and he soon wheeled on Mr. Quaker and bellowed furiously, "Stanwick Quaker! How dare you cheat in the Martial Tournament!"

After all, Ascendant-ranked elites were on a completely different level from Birthright-ranked elites and vigor wielders, with their category of qualifiers. On the 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 know what you're talking about!"

Although there was a hint of panic in

Heartfar's eyes after he was

et

exposed, he stayed on the ground as he glared at Frank in the distance, bellowing, "You've incited your

apprentice to use a dinas

move

against me, and you're now framing me for being Ascendant-ranked?! You're obviously marginalizing Riverton martial artists!"

"Silence."

While everyone was left confused, Frank strode up, 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 Bloodright-ranked? What a joke!"

Then, pointing at Stanwick, 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

ovel

Ascendant-ranked hired mercenary Who's hiding your cultivation to bully Zamri martial artists! Why don't you tell us what you're really planning here instead?!"

The audience erupted in an uproar at Frank's question.

Still, some were wondering-was it possible that Frank could do a background check on Stanwick, the Riverton Martial Alliance branch manager?

"T-That's bullshit!" Stanwick snapped, stubbornly refusing to confess. "Heartfar is my nephew, and he returned to Riverton to get a job in the Martial Alliance! Everything you said is a lie!"

Then, he chuckled coolly. "Moreover, do you have the right to do a background check on me?! What, is the Martial Alliance a shop that your family owns?! A place you can order people around as you like, let alone do a background check on a branch manager like me?! Who do you think you are?!"

His question was certainly one that was bugging everyone else, but Mr. Zoran alone was pursing his lips.

After all, he knew for a fact that Frank did have the right-and the resources to do a background check on Stanwick.

"Hehe. You're a bold one, Mr. Quaker."

That was when nonchalant laughter could be heard.

Soon, a lady dressed in all white like a goddess appeared ashore.