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
More accurately, Zayn’s feat had completely upended whatever they thought they knew about the world. It offered them a window to Zayn’s other side, which made them respect and revere him so much that it approached apotheosis.Zayn was a humble man with no penchant for showboating. He would have taken any normal route in lieu of leaping out of the window, but he was desperate right then. Time was a luxury that was quickly slipping out of his grasp, so all he could do was to use whatever time he had left to its fullest and reach Mr. Hyde’s headquarters in the shortest time possible.Admittedly, he did not have a lick of idea what was going on or what Lysithea’s “weakened phase” was supposed to mean, but he knew one thing: if Diego had started his move, then Lysithea must be in grave danger. Besides that, Mr. Hyde had sustained injuries so severe they bordered on life-threatening levels, and he must get there to save them as soon as possible.“Diego Kavinsky!” he growled from the depth
A minute and a half felt like the blink of an eye to Zayn. He could hardly even feel it go by.To Mr. Hyde, however, it was a minute and a half spent in hell. Within that tiny fraction of time, he had to watch his subordinates throw themselves at Diego with the dangerous zeal of a moth drawn to a flame. He could only watch from afar as they were pummeled into incapacitation—they were too weak to fight back.One by one, his loyal men fell to their knees. More than ten of them had been instantly annihilated by Diego’s attacks. There was no way out of this; he was no match for them, even if they were armed to the teeth. Scattered on the ground laid the motionless corpses of Mr. Hyde’s loyal subordinates.It was a terrible tragedy. To make matters worse, Diego had emerged relatively unscathed. With the exception of the trifling beads of sweat that trickled down his forehead, he barely even exerted his full power. He inhaled a deep breath—he had minimal trouble regaining his composure an
Diego turned to face the speaker. His sharp eyes caught a glimpse of the camera right next to it, and he immediately understood what he was seeing.Lysithea was still here, and she was spying on him through its tiny lens, which captured the entire expanse of the hall.“Lysithea!” Diego growled, his eyes trained at the camera, “I know that you’re still there. Come out, come out wherever you are, before I count to three—or he dies today!”He flexed his right hand, before wrapping it around Mr. Hyde’s head. With minimal force, the man could squash the latter’s head like a crushed watermelon.Diego was right about her. She had successfully escaped to the safe room, the one that she had instructed Mr. Hyde to construct some time ago. It was built from thick, dense layers of steel blocks; it was so impenetrable that even an elite, superior class fighter would be unable to destroy it. Laser guns were incapable of affecting the material at all, as only a legendary, indestructible fighter c