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.

did not hesitate

then, snapping, "Rob! We

the fact that he's conspiring against the South Sea Crow-the way he boasted earlier is repulsive. Well, we shall see how he's going to stop my men's

quietly in turn. "I'm standing here, and that means I'm confident in proving that guns and bullets are pointless against real

his arms in

my order!" Rob sneered savagely, seeing that Frank

that sneer, more or less sensing something unusual

the air

and most of

way, a flustered Turnbull sentry ran inside, exclaiming, "Mr. Turnbull! Mr.

"They're fighting?!"

his hand on the

and smashed

and leading his men out of the ballroom. "Don't waste your bullets. We're going to eliminate the South Sea