The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

Rob sneered icily even as he watched Frank walk confidently toward his fully-armed soldiers.

He had served in the military for years-even if he had met many martial artists whose abilities the average Joe could not hope to reach, he had never met anyone who did not fear guns and bullets until now.

That applied even to his commanding officer, General Jan Lionheart, which was why he quickly presumed that martial artists were no different from the average person.

They were just better in a fight at best, aside from the tricks they used to deceive the masses.

He simply was not aware that starting at Ascendant ranks, martial artists could cast protective pure vigor to repel physical attacks.

And guns and bullets were no threat to martial artists with abundant pure vigor-in fact, it was pointless against Ascendant ranks.

Even if Frank had yet to reach Ascendant rank now, he could cast a dense protective pure vigor around himself with Five-Peat Archaeus.

Forget guns and bullets-even explosives could not pierce it.

Rob did not hesitate to raise his arm and bark, "Take

Frank, and Glen was on his feet right then, snapping, "Rob! We are here to

is repulsive. Well, we shall see how he's going to stop my men's bullets,

quietly in turn. "I'm standing here, and that means I'm confident in proving that guns and bullets are pointless against real martial elites-and it serves as a reminder to

arms in

order!" Rob sneered savagely, seeing that Frank was

narrowed his eyes right then when he saw that sneer, more

even as the air

most

out of harm's way, a flustered Turnbull sentry ran inside, exclaiming, "Mr. Turnbull! Mr.

"They're fighting?!"

eyes widened, and he slammed his hand on the

attention and smashed the wine glass he was

his men out of the ballroom. "Don't waste your bullets. We're