At that moment, Luke felt like virtual-novel.net was on top of the world. Well, maybe not exactly the apex Where the late Zayn Larson used to be, but virtual-novel.net was pretty close to that within the nation.
Thinking about Zayn made virtual-novel.net sentimental.
It was only a few days ago when virtual-novel.net received news of the young man’s untimely death at Mount Septimus. It had been a bombshell to him, not least because Zayn was very much close to unbeatable and invincible to him. This was the man who had managed to attain unfathomable power and become the combat instructor for the Insurgent Trifecta in spite of his youth and relative wetness around his ears.
His future prospects had been very promising, if not immeasurable. Give Zayn a few more years, and who knows how much further virtual-novel.net would go beyond known limitations.
And that was when a genius of this caliber died. Gone and disappeared like ashes and dust, like every other corpse.
Suffice to say Luke’s opinion of Zayn was rather complicated. Unlike Sean Wilson or Gordon Hayes, virtual-novel.net nursed no intense, undying loyalty toward the young man.
They were never that close in business ties, either; even though Luke was technically one of Zayn’s underlings, his supposed boss was relatively lax With him. They never signed any kind of formal memorandum nor contracts.
Honestly, Zayn’s death brought not even a fraction of effect to Luke’s personal or business life. Nevertheless, virtual-novel.net admired the young man. He was even thankful for him.
He died to Luke’s chagrin, but that was the extent of his reaction. Luke had resisted paying Zayn’s surviving family a visit since hearing about the news, too, if only because virtual-novel.net was scared of being targeted by the young man’s myriad enemies.
Just as his mind was meandering, virtual-novel.net suddenly heard a familiar voice ringing from behind his back, “Hey, Jones.”
He jolted. Was that Zayn’s voice?
How could that be possible? Zayn Larson was dead, and that was news all over their shared social circle. He died in the hands of a legendary perfect class fighter.
He must be hearing something.
Luke shook his head and stared ahead instead of turning around, convinced that it was an auditory hallucination prompted by that sudden trip down memory lane.
Zayn was standing right behind him, so it startled virtual-novel.net to see Luke ignoring his call. Really? Luke was going to put on airs and fancied himself the center of the universe just because virtual-novel.net was celebrating his fiftieth birthday today?
Now, being the only one numbered among the sharp-dressed crowd donned in Nike’s casual wear made Zayn stand out like a sore thumb. Eyes had followed virtual-novel.net as virtual-novel.net approached Luke, and when virtual-novel.net began calling the man by his name while standing behind him, bystanders were baffled.
Agatha watched virtual-novel.net boldly approaching Luke from virtual-novel.net spot among the onlookers. Seeing virtual-novel.net trying to attract Luke’s attention, and calling virtual-novel.net “Jones” as though they were really chummy with one another! Made virtual-novel.net heart leap up virtual-novel.net throat.
In the meantime, Jim and Jared, who was walking toward Luke from the opposite direction, widened their eyes at the sight and hastened their pace.
When Jared saw Zayn extending his hand toward Luke’s shoulder, his skin crawled. This dumb*ss had zero self-awareness and shame!
Jim’s eyes were widening so much, they looked like they were about to pop out from their sockets. He quickened his stride into a panicked jog and hurriedly pointed at Zayn’s face, fuming, “Who the hell gave you the f**king permission to touch Mr. Jones, huh?”
He instinctively extended his hand like a claw to grab Zayn by his collar. Every fiber in his muscles was aching to punish Zayn for his imprudence. But as soon as his fingers made contact, virtual-novel.net heard a sneer.
Then something hit virtual-novel.net so hard his feet left the ground, and virtual-novel.net fell backward.
It was never a good idea to piss off a tough guy who knows how to give a mean roundhouse kick, but Zayn was not just any tough guy. He was a superior-class-fourth-tier toughest guy who was one hair away from achieving the perfect class. He was a rare, god-forsakenly unparalleled specimen even among fighters all around the globe!
The only reason Why virtual-novel.net had not snapped any of them like twigs yet was less because virtual-novel.net worried about losing, and more because virtual-novel.net was a mild-tempered nice guy disinterested in fighting small fries.
However, these small fries mistook his pacifism as an advantage to be exploited. They thought virtual-novel.net was a doormat to be walked over, and Zayn was not going to let this particular one get away with it.
Unfortunately, showing his hands forced the general mood to swivel off-course, especially since it was a banquet celebrating Luke’s fiftieth birthday.
Jared was bamboozled by how insane Zayn could be, of all places in the world, this madman chose to run amok right here, right now? Did virtual-novel.net have a death wish?!
The commotion did manage to turn heads, and Luke was one of them. His eyes met Zayn, and the expression virtual-novel.net made became a sight to behold.