Upon saying that, she stood straight, shut her eyes and assumed an expression as if she was ready to go all out. Zayn was stunned upon hearing her remark. He looked at her strangely and wondered if this woman was sick in the head?However, Zayn could not help shifting his gaze to Lysithea’s body following her remark. Lysithea was on his mother’s side regardless and she was here in Waltz City to protect him. After figuring this out, he felt that his anger was vented but he felt frustrated mainly. He waved his hand dismissively and said, “Forget it. You should leave, just think of it as me being unlucky.”Lysithea opened her eyes and watched as Zay stood up and left slowly. She felt very unpleasant in her heart. She chased after Zayn and stopped him in his way. She said in all apparent seriousness, “No, you have to slap me back! I don’t like to owe anyone favors in my life!”Zayn was all confused. What sort of ideology was that? He had already expressed his intention to forgive
Yes. No matter where Zayn decided to slap, it was inevitable that he would be taking advantage of a woman. It would be fine if she was just another woman yet Lysithea was not just any other ordinary woman but she was sent by his mother. Lysithea was growing impatient. She opened her eyes and said with furrowed brows, ‘Hey, will you pick up the pace. You’re a man yet you’re fussy like a woman.”Zayn was rendered speechless by her remark. Could he not fuss about this matter?However, Zayn was feeling rather emotional about this frankly. After all, Lysithea was a tier-4 master fighter and she was so beautiful. It would be a rather good idea if he could take advantage of her too…Bah, bah, bah, what the heck was he thinking? Zayn inhaled a deep breath and suppressed the distracting thoughts. Then, he calmed down and came up with an idea. Lysithea wanted him to slap her back anyhow and she did not mention how heavy he should slap so he would just humor her by simply giving a slap a
“Shut up!”Lysithea did not wait for him to finish his sentence, instead interrupting him brutally. He glared at him, gnashing her teeth in anger. She was breathing rapidly and heaving violently, even Diego had never stirred up such intense emotions in her all this time. However, she found that she could not bring herself to hate Zayn because Zayn was Aunt Hayley’s only son. She let out a heavy grunt, glared at Zayn once then walked away. In the end, she still turned around and instructed Zayn, “You’re not telling anyone about what happened today!”What else could Zayn have said but he could only nod in a haste. Zayn confirmed that Lysithea had left and that she would not return anymore before he allowed himself to heave a sigh of relief. He rubbed his chest and exhaled a metallic breath that stank of blood. It was fortunate that he had a strong body, or else he would have crumpled from the slap.It was of the essence that he had realized that Lysithea’s power seemed to ha
Lysithea’s expression changed drastically at once upon seeing Diego. She was shocked because she had never expected that Diego would come knocking on her door. That was really bold of him!If this were the usual days, Lysithea would not be afraid of him yet now, she was in a weakened state. She was still a tier-3 master fighter yesterday yet she had already dropped to a tier-2 master fighter now. It was also her weakest state. In fact, her performance would only drop again all the way until she was tier-1! It was only after passing the lowest point that she would be able to regain her performance. This was the flaw of her training but also the mysterious part of her training. This was because her performance would certainly improve if she could pull through the weakened state smoothly this time. Most importantly, everyone knew this secret of hers, so how did Diego find out about it? The only possibility was that someone sold her out, she wondered who the heck that person was!M
Lysithea could even work together with Zayn. She could wipe this no-good Diego off the face of existence with his help!Diego wasted no time catching up to her, and he certainly did not break a sweat. He continued his stroll in the same casual, relaxed gait, enjoying the sight of Lysithea scrambling in panic like he was a cat in a mood to play with his food. He could not help but feel his ballooning glee at the fact that he could sense how much Lysithea’s powers were weakening.There was no need to rush; she was his. He could do this all day.He had been resenting her smug, uppity, putting-on-airs attitude in the organization for so, so long. Now that he finally had this chance, it would be his pleasure to toy Lysithea around to his heart’s content. He would drink in the look of despair on that erstwhile haughty, pretty face. He would take pleasure in the panic written all over her face! How sweet all this was! How much it sated his hidden appetite for depravity!“Nuh-uh-uh, dear L
Before her was Mr. Hyde’s headquarters, her sanctuary. There was a secret room within that building, and if Lysithea managed to enter and lock herself inside, then she could put the inevitable fight off to the next day.The key to her victory was ensuring that the man remained relaxed so that she had a chance no matter how slim it was. She was getting so close right now—she was well within a hundred meters!Lysithea had a stoic nature, and yet even she could not stop her heart from quickening at the thought of her salvation. It was apparent enough that Diego sensed something was amiss from their little cat-and-mouse game. For one, Lysithea suddenly poured even more speed to her sprint that there was now ten more meters between them.“Something’s fishy,” he muttered to himself while frowning before the realization hit him. He snickered. “Do you still think you have a way out of the inevitable, Lysithea? How cute of you to think you can escape me!”Diego accelerated his run in a burs
“Y-you… You hurt Mr. Hyde?! You’ll pay for this!”“You’re f**ked! F**k him up, boys!”Mr. Hyde’s people, who were all buff, young men, stared at the horrifying dent on their boss’s chest. They listened to the rattles of the man barely hanging by a thread.They were seeing red. Instead of fearing the same fate, the sight of their boss’s distress only fueled their hatred and rage for retribution as all of them shot daggers at their common enemy without flinching.Diego perused the same intense rage on the faces around him and furrowed his eyebrows slightly. It was pointless—one could throw literally hundreds of fodder at him until they formed layers of human walls, and it would still be nothing to him. They would offer resistance that was as powerful as a wall of ants. He was so unimpressed by the useless grunts around him that instead of dirtying his hands, he opted to simply look his most threatening and malefic before shouting at them. The goal was to scare these dumb muscles away
At the moment, Zayn was in a reserved deluxe room in an upper-class restaurant. All around him sat Guineve’s elites and magnates of every domain and trade, who all went out of their ways to invite Zayn to their gathering. Upon receiving Mr. Hyde’s desperate call for help, though, the man was shocked enough to leap to his feet all of a sudden, startling the room.Zayn’s day had started with a good mood—certainly good enough that he decided to accept these elites’ invitation. Never in his wildest imagination did he think that he would receive a call like this from Mr. Hyde, let alone hear the heralds of death in the man’s hoarse croaks.He had never heard Mr. Hyde’s voice tremble like that before. However, whatever shock that it brought quickly paled next to the content of Mr. Hyde’s message. It made Zayn’s skin crawl and ignited every fuse in his brain.“Where are you? I’m coming right away!” Zayn growled.“The h-head… quarters…” came Mr. Hyde’s weakening whisper.Zayn could hear o