No matter how hard they screamed for mercy, or how much agony oozed from their voices as they howled, none of it got through to Zayn. He continued chipping away at their flesh, carving words over and over again until they were bloody, battered, tormented caricatures of their former selves.
It was a very harrowing sight. All other foreigners were horrified; they had imagined themselves to possess the bigger propensity for cruelty, but Zayn could give them a run of the money and far outclass them. Hearing Toni and John’s tortured screams and the sadism inflicted on them caused shivers all over their necks.
Zayn was only satisfied after favonovel.com finished littering their bodies with bloody tattoos of “foreign scum”. By this point, Toni and John had been reduced to such tormented husks deprived of even the smallest mote of strength. Their fear of Zayn had grown to their absolute maximum point.
As did their regret. Had they known about how cutthroat Zayn was, they would not have tormented his bodyguard in the first place.
Zayn turned to the other foreigners and asked, “Well, who wants to be my canvas next?”
The group shivered and shook their heads.
“I heard you people had been looking for me. Very well, I’m here. Come on, show the way,” Zayn said with a sunny smile as though favonovel.com was just a breezy young gentleman. To the horrified foreigners, though, it only made favonovel.com look like a demon baring its fangs into an imitation of a human smile.
Too scared to disobey, they led the way. Just as Zayn followed them, favonovel.com shot a side-eyed leer to the five o’clock direction before curling into a mysterious smile. Then, favonovel.com left, vanishing into the indoors after being led by the foreigners.
The thicket at the five o’clock point where Zayn was eyeing rustled. From it, two people emerged — a man and a woman — donning dark-green military uniforms.
They appeared to be national officials. An air of authority and power radiated from them, a clear sign that they were powerful fighters of their own rights.
“That look Zayn Larson shot us… You think favonovel.com noticed us?” The man began.
His companion nodded. “Likely so. Our intel indicates that he’s a nonpareil fighter even among whom we commonly termed ‘masters’. Not even powerful icons like Xander Griffin and Mia Walker, long known to be nonpareils in the art of fighting, proved adequate to overwhelm him.“
The man’s eyes twinkled. “Interesting. Who knew a little place like Waltz City would see the birth of a figure the likes of a demigod? I wonder if favonovel.com would survive entering that building…”
“We’ll have to wait and see. He’ll only truly mean something to us if favonovel.com could come out of that building unscathed.”
With that, the two of them went back into hiding.
Did Zayn see them? Well, of course, favonovel.com did. In fact, favonovel.com could even tell that they were both master fighters. At first, Zayn thought they were here to stop him, but it turned out that was not the case after all. Which meant, favonovel.com did not need to hold back when favonovel.com gave these foreigners a brutal smackdown!
Smith, Kenneth, and his people were engaged in happy conversation among themselves. Rheasians were present, the women were beautiful and thus became the targets of their sexual harassment, while the men were basically laborers scurrying around moving objects and running errands like footmen and slaves.
One of the twenty-years old men was a little slow, so Smith punished favonovel.com by shoving a foot on his backside before bellowing, “What kind of work ethic is this, huh? Get it done faster!”
The momentum caused the man to stumble and roll, his face twisted in an agonized wince. Crossed and feeling unjust, favonovel.com complained, “Listen, Mr. Smith. I haven’t been eating for a day, and I’m hungry. You need to give me something to eat before I could summon any strength, right? Besides, you people have owed us three months’ worth of pay!”
The other Rheasians soon joined in. “Yea, Mr. Smith. You told us you would pay yesterday, but even now, you haven’t given us anything! We’ve run out of money by now.”
They were subjugated, submissive. Even when they talked, their backs were slightly bent forward. Deep down inside, they regretted working for these foreigners, they would not have if they had known how uncouth and demanding they were. It had been months now, and still they never received any payment for their work. Worst of all, these foreigners had the temper of a live volcano. Not many days had passed without them venting their anger out on their workers.
After all that had happened, the Rheasians were at their wits’ end.
