Semua Bab When Life Takes A Turn: Bab 1041 - Bab 1050

If anything, Zayn’s proclamation sounded even less respectful. It was awful enough that Dick’s face was scrunched up in animosity. The corners of his lips were twitching against his control even harder than before.He did not expect Zayn to make things so difficult. If Dick followed his old playbook, Zayn’s behavior would have justified a fight right then and there. Everything else, which included having ‘civilized’ discussions, took the backseat. All that knee-jerk belligerence evaporated the moment he held eye contact with Zayn, mainly because of how much trauma the latter had inflicted upon him. Dick knew all too well of the terror Zayn was capable of wreaking. He also knew that even if he threw the first punch, he would not have the upperhand regardless.At the very least, Zayn managed to cause a stir within the crowd of bystanders with his proclamation. Everyone seemed to have reached the same, simultaneous conclusion that Zayn had gone absolutely bonkers—one would have to be cl

“Sergeant… Larson? Who exactly are you referring to?” Holden questioned the validity of the suggestion, while the rest of the committee were taken aback.The only two people with the strongest powers within the Insurgent Trifecta were Dick and Byleth, and with how important and difficult the upcoming mission was, one would have automatically assumed either one of the two to be the man for the job. Dick’s suggestion came so out of left field that even Liam was stunned.“Come on, what other Larsons do we have? I’m talking about Sergeant Larson, the instructor of Squad 4.”“Yeah, sure. Good joke by the way, but maybe save it for some other time, Cheney. This is an S-level mission we’re talking about here. We can’t afford any mistakes,” Holden replied. “Then there’s Zayn Larson, who’s new to all of this. What makes you think that he’s the guy we need right now?”His rebuttal earned several hums of assent around the table. It was always worrying to have a newbie undertake a mission so c

Zayn knew things were off to a rough start, and just as he had expected, their arrival was quickly halted by the appearance of several towering, hulking foreigners who told them to stop in Esperanto.The ace of the Wolf’s Fang squad quickly explained their presence in proficient Esperanto. “We’re agents from the Insurgent Trifecta of Rheasia. We’re here to protect Miss Bell while she remains on Rheasian soil. Here, our official documents.”He produced the papers while Zayn and the other man showed their own, but their foreign counterparts were unamused, which was less than surprising when one noticed the contempt in their eyes.The Rheasian agents were petite and lacking in musculature, which inspired so little confidence that one of the foreign bodyguards—a foreigner with piercing green eyes who looked to be in his thirties—drawled, “You three are Rheasian agents who’re here to protect Miss Bell?”Hank Stone, the ace of The Wolf’s Fang Squad, answered, “That’s right. This is one o

She intended it as her last words before strutting back inside the Rolls-Royce, uninterested in giving Zayn any respect at all. Why would she, when that man was simply a nondescript, unremarkable agent who did not deserve a seat beside her?Plus, she did not believe he had the power to protect her at all. Her impression of Rheasians was that of a weak and feeble race that could not possibly produce agents of any noteworthy caliber.Zayn was about to follow her in when two beefed-up foreigners closed in behind her and blocked his way. They wore threatening glares of hostility. “Please step back, Rheasian,” they said in unison, their voice suggesting both a command and a deriding remark.Zayn frowned slightly. He could feel their two hidden enemies’ getting closer—it was obvious that Marissa was their target. Not being with her at all times, especially on the way to the hotel, would compromise the young woman’s safety far too much.“Look, there are two powerful assassins closing in o

Grant could not take it anymore. He was flummoxed, utterly incapable of fathoming Zayn’s thought process. Why would someone so powerful happily concede to these foreign devils’ provocations? Why was he acting like a spineless turtle? It was embarrassing for Zayn—it was embarrassing for the Insurgent Trifecta!He was initially respectful of Zayn. Now, however, the man was nothing more than a disgrace. Zayn was a coward, and he did not deserve Grant’s undying respect. In fact, he was undeserving of being the representative of the Insurgent Trifecta. Did it really matter if Zayn was a powerful fighter? He was merciless around his own kind, but meek and wimpish around outsiders. He was a waste of space!Hank, too, shared his sentiment. Honestly, Zayn’s attitude had been nothing short of a disappointment.The foreign bodyguard turned his eyes to Grant and began appraising the young man’s aura. His heart skipped half a beat as he considered him, before finally letting out a haughty retort