Trailing behind the pretty boy was a huge crowd, all of them seemingly his underlings. Zayn had to admit that this guy sure had the grandiosity covered.
“Zayn! You stupid useless trash! What are you doing, let me go, you bastard!”
Thomas was hoping to make a run from it, but Zayn seized him by his wrist and stopped him, which drew the worst of Thomas’s ire. He turned his head and found Daryl and Cara, flanked by a huge crowd, walking toward them.
His terror was dialed all the way to eleven, and he thrashed against Zayn’s grip with all his God-given might. Unfortunately, Zayn gripped his wrist with the might of a lobster’s pincher, and Thomas’s struggle bore him no fruit other than causing pain to flare in his muscles.
In desperation, Thomas was close to gnashing his teeth and biting Zayn into letting go.
That was when Zayn suddenly slapped him on his head, bellowing, “Stop it already!”
Thomas did not imagine himself ever receiving a slap from Zayn, and his widening eyes, filled to the brim with shock and rage, showed it. “Zayn Larson, you useless waste of space, how dare you hit me?!”
“How dare you address me with that tone… I demand respect!” Zayn barked back and delivered another wallop across the young man’s face.
He had more or less understood the situation right now. There was some bad blood between Thomas and this Daryl Richmond guy, an unbalanced one too, since Thomas was at the receiving end of the other’s torment. Thomas had been so victimized that just the sight of his enemy made him quake.
In other words, this was the chance Zayn needed the most. He was going to help Thomas pay back against his oppressor and let this little twerp know just how powerful his brother-in-law really was.
In the past, Zayn had to assume a pretense of meek doormat because of the Larsons’ issue. But four years later, he considered his training perfected and complete, and he no longer needed to hide who he really was. He no longer needed to put himself at other people’s feet, from now, on, he could show off just how powerful and strong he really was!
This was merely his first step in conquering Faye’s heart.
Zayn’s double-slaps brought pain roaring like flames all around the back of Thomas’s head. The heat was driving him crazy.
Had this been the past, Thomas would have thrown himself at Zayn and beat the living daylight out of him. But now, he was too petrified by the imminent threat to do it right now. The severe beatdown he suffered just now had solidified his fear, and now the last thing Thomas wanted was to see Daryl Richmond again.
He was panicking to the point of tears. He could not even stop himself from crying.
“Damn it, Zayn, you’re gonna kill me like this. You’re gonna… Kill… Sniff, sniff…”
Thomas burst into tears.
Zayn shook his head.
How weak was this little guy to even cry at the sight of his peer?
Thomas had the heart of a milquetoast, but… Zayn had to admit, the sight of him keening like this further Zayn’s resolve to pay back in kind.
He patted Thomas’s shoulder and comforted, “Hey, your brother-in-law’s here, okay? He can’t do anything to you now. I’ll avenge you today, I promise. If you were indeed in the right, I’ll make sure he apologizes to you willingly by the end of the day.”
“Pfft, sure you will, you useless doormat! You have no idea how easily Daryl ever wiped the floor with trash like you!” Thomas retorted in disdain.
Zayn eschewed explaining himself and smiled slightly. Honestly, to teach a mere university student a lesson with the kind of power he wielded was akin to taking candy from a baby. Of course, he had to make sure that Thomas was in the right in the first place. He would never want to lend his strength to the person at fault.
By now, Daryl and Cara had walked out of the gate and noticed Thomas… And the gigantic, horrifying dent on his BMW behind him.
A storm took over Daryl’s face immediately. His expression darkened. Hoarsely, he bristled, “Who the hell turned my car into that?! Show your f*cking face!”
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