Or… It was more likely someone had a death wish.Everyone thought that Zayn had a death wish. Maybe he had grown tired of his life, or he would not have done something so fatally stupid.Sean shut his eyes in an attempt to look away. Zayn could multiply himself by ten, and it still would not save him from getting his butt whooped.Terror Teddy was enraged. With a furious bellow of “Looking to die, punk?!” he strode toward Zayn, swinging a heavy punch forward aimed at Zayn’s head. Even a heavyweight professional pugilist would be out like a light from receiving it, so it became obvious how much it would hurt someone as scrawny as Zayn.Everyone watched closely. Zayn was motionless as he made no attempt to evade. Perhaps he was scared senseless.Terror Teddy’s speeding fist was now inches away from his face.Zayn shifted. It was a simple lean backward that was just enough to dodge the big man’s punch before he shifted his weight forward and used the momentum to thrust a counterpunc
The group threw themselves at Zayn simultaneously.Zayn might have boasted how easy fighting all of them at once would be, but pulling something like that off, in reality, was far from a cakewalk. Even if one discounted Branch Leader Bill Costa and his prowess, the rest of the Northmob Council gang members were still excellent fighters in their own right. These people could tear a military tank into parts if they hopped on it in unison!Hubris was no longer the word they had for Zayn. In their eyes, he was the deadly sin Pride in the flesh, a death-seeker searching for a novel suicide. Flames were coursing through their veins before they sputtered out of their eyes; it was as if the men’s wrath was compelling them to deny the mercy of killing Zayn outright and torture him to death instead.The Northmob Council alone had always been the one who made the rules and walked like tyrants. They bullied people—not be bullied—and no one ever humiliated them right on their own goddamned turf.
Could Bill's composure actually break? No! Not when being the branch leader for this particular group gave him insider’s knowledge on how strong each individual really was. Bill was sure that he could only secure a Pyrrhic victory, full of battle bruises or even lethal injuries—if he went up against his gang members’ united attacks. Asking Bill to replicate the same ease and poise Zayn had as if he was just humoring a group of schoolchildren was impossible. It also meant that Zayn was a few whole leagues above him in fighting!Bill finally understood why Zayn had the gall to assemble an unqualified ragtag company before paying the Northmob Council a visit—though “visit” was definitely the wrong word. Zayn was here not to show respect; he was here to sow ruins!No matter how hard he thought about it, he could not answer why Zayn wanted this so much. Why was he so adamant in waging a war against the Northmob Council? Was he supported by powerful backers?Hunter and the rest were even
Zayn had chosen not to threaten Bill for too long, so he let him go. Of course, it had nothing to do with Zayn growing soft—he just thought there was no reason to kill Bill because he was such a trivial, inconsequential guy. Killing him would only dirty Zayn’s hands for no actual gains.“Let’s go.” Zayn patted Sean on the shoulder and started toward the exit in a casual stroll.His action pulled Sean out of his startled trance, who immediately inhaled a sharp breath as he surveyed a floor littered with bodies and the trembling Bill amidst the chaos. He shivered and turned to follow Zayn on the way out.He thought he knew everything there was to know about Zayn, but today, he realized that his knowledge was just the tip of the iceberg. This man was even more terrifying than he had previously predicted though Sean finally understood why someone like Mr. Hyde would subjugate himself to Zayn.Hunter and the rest of the group quickly followed, afraid that staying put at where they were
Now realizing what Zayn had done, Sean admired Zayn even more than he ever did before.Zayn was not in the mood to reason with the likes of them, so he waved them off dismissively instead. “Alright, no need to think that hard. Just do as I say, and I won’t treat you anything less than you deserve. Look for Mr. Wilson for everything else after this,” he said, “I’ll allow two days of break, but make sure you report at the company immediately three days later. I’ll train all of you personally.”He paused, then looked at them with steely eyes. “I’ll make this clear right here, right now,” he warned with an edge in his voice, “If any of you is absent that day, don’t blame me when I come for you.”The group shook their heads hurriedly to show that they harbored no such intention.Hunter clenched his jaw, walked out of the crowd, and fell to his knees before Zayn. He shouted loudly, “Please take me as your apprentice, sir!”Seeing the fervency in his eyes made Zayn jump. Frowning, he rep
Now that the basic direction and plan for his security firm was done, Zayn passed everything about running the business to Sean. His focus, meanwhile, would be on the challenges the Northmob Council posed.On the other hand, Faye’s career was going swimmingly, too. She took Zayn’s words to heart and discarded her more micromanaging ways, shrugging off the load on her shoulders instead of lumping them all in her plate. Slowly but surely, she was starting to relax more and more. The days had stopped being hectic, and her mood improved.However, these two days, she returned to being a little uneased. She could sense something—someone— watching her from the shadows, but every time she turned to look, it vanished without a trace as if it was never there.She did not feel good at all, but she did not tell Zayn about it because it almost felt like she was hallucinating. Still, she had to admit that it was high time she hired a bodyguard.One day, while she stepped out of her office, a lit
It was too magical to believe.Faye had always been proud of how well-endowed she was. She had seen countless other beauties in her life and never once felt her confidence wavered. But this one… She had no confidence to compare herself to her.She was too arresting—an absolute knockout. Her face was flawless, free from even the smallest of blemishes. God knows Faye had never seen anyone quite like this. And the air she brought with her! She felt ethereal, a creature between the line of reality and the magical, like a fairy. She even wondered if the woman would disappear into the meadows, leaving only sparkles in her wake had Faye blinked.It was Lysithea. She had decided to talk to Faye.Just as Faye was marveling at her beauty, the young woman was sizing Faye up as well, her approval soaring. Her little brother had managed to marry a woman whose radiance managed to eclipse many women in her organization.She shot a cursory glance at Faye’s helpers and smiled slightly. “I didn’t t
She had only recovered from her surprise after a long while. She muttered to herself ‘monster’ then walked away. “Did you see me talking to the woman in red earlier?” Faye asked her two subordinates. The two subordinates answered that they had seen but there was no astonishment or anything unusual about their expression. They appeared to be behaving normally. This made Faye mutter to herself even more. However, she did not inquire further either. Faye returned to the house, her mind filled with all sorts of queries. Zayn was reading a newspaper in the living room. Noticing her return, he took the initiative to approach her and carried her handbag for her. Sensing Zayn’s gentleness and care for her, Faye felt warm and fuzzy inside. Faye wanted to ask Zayn if she had an elder sister on a few occasions, but she refrained from saying out loud every time she felt the urge to ask. Zayn was a man with sharp senses. He sensed that she had something on her mind soon and asked, “Do