The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 2739

Frank chuckled. "Who do you think? The man who tried to kill you just now."

"What?!"

The biker was even more shocked, as the Lamborghini was reduced to a marble. Would the driver even survive that?

"Ignoramus! I'm not so easily killed!"

A figure strode out of the grass nearby, and it was none other than the white-haired youth who drove the Lamborghini!

"When did that happen?" the biker exclaimed.

He definitely did not see the Lamborghini's doors opening or anyone jumping out when it was crushed into a ball, so how did that man escape?

"Go on. Show us how much quicker you can be!" Frank beckoned at the white-haired youth.

Perplexed, the white-haired youth asked, "I'm curious. How did you know about my powers?"

Frank pointed at his eyes, "Thanks to certain assistance, I've improved my further abilities and can now identify anyone's abilities."

"Really? But identifying wouldn't be enough—you gotta be good enough to handle me!"

Readying himself as if for a sprint, the white-haired youth suddenly disappeared with a loud bang!

The biker rubbed his eyes to check if he was seeing things, but there was only a conical puff of white smoke where the white-haired youth stood.

Thanks to the modern age, the biker remembered seeing something like that on a short video channel on science, and that such a puff of conical white smoke only appeared after a sonic boom!

What, were people capable of breaking the sound barrier while sprinting? How durable did they have to be physically?

"W-Where did he go?"

"Quit being so dramatic. You're just quick on your feet—that doesn't mean you can behave like you're the real deal."

With those words, Frank blew at the whirlwind, and it rose to the skies before disappearing.

With that done, Frank picked up a rock and threw it.

There was a crack of sonic boom, and as the conical smoke faded, a man gasped audibly. "Ow!"

The air whistled as a body fell, and the biker turned to find a person crashing down in the middle of the road.

It was obviously the white-haired youth, whose left shinbone was broken and poking out of his leg.

As the white-haired youth clutched his leg and howled in pain, the biker turned to flash a thumbs-up at Frank. "That's amazing, man! To think that you can throw a rock so sharply that it could well be a homing missile—most people definitely can't do that!"

To be honest, the biker thought he was dead a second ago.