Semua Bab When Life Takes A Turn: Bab 1191 - Bab 1200

Contrary to her usual demeanor, Agatha retorted. “As if you’re one to speak! You goaded him into coming here—that’s just psychological manipulation and you know it! You’re just not man enough to admit it!”Their tiff quickly escalated into an all-out altercation, dragging everyone else into a whirlpool of chaos.Zayn’s frown deepened. On one hand, he was touched by Agatha standing up for him despite their less-than-optimal optics. On the other, the kind of abuse Jared slung at him was so debased, it angered Zayn.But what took the cake was Luke’s attitude. His inaction was grating. It was as if the guy thought Zayn had become a toothless tiger simply because some powerful enemies had their eyes on him—as if Zayn was no longer the mighty whom Luke should respect!Zayn snorted in disdain. It was by no means loud, yet it somehow reverberated throughout the room and exploded in everyone’s ears like a peal of thunder. It rocked their senses so hard, their faces paled. Luke, in particula

A shriek scrapped against the air from behind. A man dove towards Zayn and fell forward into a kneel with an ugly face marred by snots and tears. “Mr. Larson, I’m sorry! I was too blind to recognize your greatness, and now I offend you! Please, I’m begging you—I’m just a blind cur who doesn’t know what greatness is even if it stares me down on my face!”It was Jared. Gone was the arrogance and lofty sneer in his face. Now, he was just a crying embarrassment on his knees whining to be forgiven, his dignity be damned. Jim was not inclined to be left out, too, so he dropped down to his knees to apologize profusely like a maligned servant.Of course they regretted how they treated Zayn. Had they known he was the kind of supreme bigshot—whom even people like Luke deferred to—from the very beginning, they would have never had the gall to show an ounce of disrespect to him. Hell, they would have thrown themselves at every opportunity to stroke Zayn’s ego!Jared was especially mortified. Go

A dozen more stood behind him, all of them apparently expert pugilists. Among them, the one standing at the right was a stony-faced man clad in a vintage trench coat and leather shoes.The pugilist in question looked deceptively normal at first glance, but the more one scrutinized him, the more he unsettled them. He was like a man-shaped black hole, a tear in space that drew everyone’s attention into it until all there was left of the onlookers were the chills in their stomach.Now that was a superior class tier-3 fighter, Zayn realized. Trench Coat Man’s battle prowess could give Dick Cheney a run for his money—which was a big deal in and of itself. Superior fighters were, generally, a rare breed among humans simply because it was hard for a normal fighter to ever get here. After all, not everyone was lucky enough to be a once-in-a-million-years genius like Zayn.“You! Syrus f**king Wright!”Just the sight of that man caused Luke to erupt in a burst of malice, dyeing his cheeks a

Luke’s eyes were widened so much from anger, and he could feel that his chest was about to explode from rage!It was his 50th birthday tonight, and he had invited so many guests to his party. As a result, Syrus actually had to gall to come and ruin his party like this. If he was not infuriated by this, he would not be deemed human at all. “You m*th*rf*ck*r, Syrus. You’re dead!” Luke’s senses vanished because he was blinded by anger. The raging fire in his heart seemed like it could burn everything in this world down. Soon after he uttered those words, bodyguards dressed in black emerged from all corners of the manor immediately and surrounded Syrus and the others. Every single one of these bodyguards in black was retired from the professional special forces. They held their weapons in their hands as they eyed Syrus in hostility, posing a huge threat to him. Yet, Syrus was so unfazed by these bodyguards in black that he could not be bothered to blink. On the contrary, he cracke

“Have you met this supreme powerhouse standing next to me? This is Felix Shapiro, and he’s a third-tier master fighter. His moniker is ‘Flying Thunder’. With Mr. Shapiro’s help, I’ve already made a breakthrough in my training, so I’ll be able to torture you like I’m gutting a dog.” Syrus took two steps forward and made a throat-slitting gesture while he told Luke with a sneer, “Moron Jones, your good day is upon you. Today is going to be your death day!”When he uttered the words ‘death day’, he said it with a sonorous and forceful voice. It sounded like God's decree, and he said it with the assurance that he was a man of his word who would ensure Luke’s doom. “What? Felix ‘Flying Thunder’ Shapiro?” Luke’s pupils dilated abruptly. He looked toward the man standing next to Syrus. He felt a shiver run down his spine and his feet turned cold when he saw the man. He had heard about Felix’s impressive reputation and knew just how ruthless he was. Even if Luke was already a master fighter