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Chapter 738 Curb Your National Supremacy

Smith and his people were so red, the tips of their ears were crimson. Despite the humiliation, no one raised a rebuttal. No one wanted to risk going against Kenneth.

“Hey, man. You shouldn’t underestimate that guy over there—he knows Rheasiano, man. He’s tough,” one of Smith’s bodyguards warned in an undertone. After experiencing Zayn’s terrifying prowess, he thought it would be better to caution Kenneth.

Unfortunately, it sounded more like an insult to Kenneth’s ears. With a forceful sneer, he snapped, “Shut up, trash. I can’t believe a wimpy little Rheasian scared the balls of out of you dumb*sses! Rheasiano’s a performative art, for God’s sake. All style and no substance.”

The lion’s share of disdain Kenneth felt for Rheasiano could not be understated. Even when the foreigners had taken to speaking in undertones—thus eluding Annabelle, whose attention had all been trained at Zayn—the man could still hear it all.

A new veneer of frost had shadowed Zayn’s mien. He had hoped that
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