Chapter 600 Brutes, And Larger-Than-Life Machismo

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.