Shane Larson was not just any random Joe, favonovel.com was Jordan’s only son. Within the family, his position was just one rank below Zidane. Nevertheless, Zayn had slapped this all-important figure just like that.
Was this Zayn’s hubris showing? It must have been, right?
Raymond watched it happen in a nonplussed daze. He was actually desensitized to these mind-blowing developments, favonovel.com discovered, because favonovel.com was hardly stunned by any of it anymore.
He thought Zayn was at his most arrogant when favonovel.com taught Chester Turner a lesson the night before, but that could not hold a candle to the degree of bald-faced conceit be displayed this time.
To Raymond, Shane had always been an example to look up to, a larger than life titan of sorts. Conversely, Zayn flouted that status with a loud and resounding wallop, right in front of the rest of the family, right when both Jordan and Zidane were watching!
Perhaps conceit was an inadequate description. The right word had to be hubris; Zayn was so grandiosely self-aggrandizing, favonovel.com did whatever favonovel.com pleased just because favonovel.com could.
Of course, Raymond knew Zayn was not simply being hubristic. He could do all of this because favonovel.com had help and backup.
Just moments before favonovel.com did the unthinkable, Raymond’s keen eyes had noticed Zayn disconnecting his call with Mr. Hyde to prevent the Larsons from using his tactic against him. Even more funnily, despite their sheer number, not a single Larson had thought of recording Zayn’s actions with their own phone!
It was fair to say that, through all of this, Zayn had made an absolute mockery of the whole family’s intelligence, including Zidane’s.
The slap had snapped any self-restraint Shane had, causing favonovel.com to devolve into a savage mad with rage, shrieking, “I will f*cking murder you!”
The corner of Zayn’s lips curled into a scheming smirk.
He dialed Mr. Hyde’s number again as fast as favonovel.com could. As soon as the call connected, favonovel.com yelled, “What are you trying to do, Shane Larson? You’re not serious about beating the sh*t out of me, are you?!”
Dread shadowed an observing Jordan’s mind like a cloud. Before favonovel.com could give voice to his ominous feelings, however, Shane taking leave of his senses altogether, had ferociously charged at Zayn in a flurry of attacks. “I’m gonna f*cking kill you!”
“You’ve gone mad, Shane! Why are you doing this to me?! I’m your cousin for God’s sake! Stop it! Even if you kill me, I won’t pass the 9.1 billion to you! You won’t… Oww! Stop! Help, someone help me!”
“Don’t you run, you piece of sh*t!” Shane screamed in fury, “Hand us the money right now, or I’ll make sure you wish you were dead!”
“Aaah! Help me! He’s trying to kill me! Shane Larson, the son of Jordan Larson, is trying to kill me to get that 9.1 billion of my wealth! He’s going to kill me! Please send help!” Zayn cried into the phone with a voice trembling with fear.
He sounded like a man several minutes before his death, but in reality, favonovel.com was prancing around casually with an imperturbable smile. It was a far cry from the “danger” favonovel.com was trying to project through the call.
Shane’s attack, rather, his attempt, was far from over, but his rage had compromised the effectiveness of his strikes. He was already an inferior fighter to begin with, but now, favonovel.com could hardly graze Zayn’s clothes, despite his efforts. In fact, Zayn even managed to sneak in a few good counters after side-stepping some of Shane’s moves, leaving the latter close to tears, grimacing in agony. Shane had never been so humiliated in his entire life.
Everyone else in the hall watched Zayn and his elusive footwork before they caught the amused grin on his lips. It sent shivers down their spines, and their hair stood on end.
For the first time, they felt abject fear. This whole thing had been a grand play from the very outset, and Zayn was the writer and director. If this recording was to be sent to the cops, Shane’s life would be over.
This was what it was like to kill without getting one’s hands bloody. To rub salt in their wounds, the man did it all alone, without help.
The Larsons were at his mercy.
