The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 1951

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.

"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.

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.