Chapter 481 The Brutal Fight Scene

Shortly followed by his voice was a group of people who sprang to block Miles’ way. The oppressive glares they shot at Zayn were filled with hostility. With a single glance, Zayn could tell that these were not good people, but they were still a group of professional fighters with outstanding skill. Zayn could sense the raw, unadulterated ferocity and violence radiating from the lot. Nonetheless, he let out a disdainful chuckle and challenged, “Dragging a pile of useless trash around, and you still have the courage to look for trouble with me? You could sense the domineering presence that emanated Zayn’s body—one that surrounded his body like a windstorm. It was unbelievably terrifying. His gaze turned extremely cold as he was drained of all the brilliance of his emotions. He had the eyes of a killer who wanted to eradicate every single living being in front of him. Miles shuddered in shock as he picked up Zayn’s undeniable killing intent. However, he calmed down soon enough. With his boss’ protection, there was utterly no need for him to fear Zayn. He witnessed his boss fighting others before and his boss could rival the main character in a movie. His boss was matchless so the measly Zayn would only be tormented in the presence of his boss. He was eager and could not wait to see Zayn begging for his forgiveness now. “Go and beat him up, break his legs first!” Miles dispatched the order. The professional fighters standing before him began moving in unison. They assaulted Zayn and they moved so uniformly that one could tell that they were professionally trained. Ordinary fighters without thorough fight training would never be able defeat this group of people. Zayn cracked into a disdainful smirk as he watched the group of people charging towards him. Then, he made a move. He moved with utmost swift movements. Ruby and Waine’s vision turned into a hazy blur when Zayn vanished right before their very eyes. Suddenly, they heard the sound of a punch being thrown, followed by the crushing of bones. Someone had been slammed against the dining table. This man had been punched by Zayn, which resulted in him having parts of his ribcage fractured. He was already incapable of getting up. He fell to the ground, rolling on the floor in pain and screaming out in agony. Zayn lost his temper for real this time. When he was in a similar situation in the past, he would never hurt someone so severely in a fight. Yet now, every punch he threw and every kick he delivered was certainly aimed precisely at the opponent’s body. Moreover, he would beat up his opponent to the extent of broken bones. In just about ten seconds, the professional fighters that shielded Miles had already been dealt with by Zayn. They were all lying on the ground and they were rendered incapable of standing up anymore. They lost the ability to fight. Zayn could only feel as if the cells in his entire body were activated. He was in a highly aroused state yet his gaze was icy cold and filled with murderous intent when he glared at Miles. At this very moment, Miles felt his scalp turn numb with fear. He felt as if he was falling into an ice pit. Blood drained from his face at once while his body began to tremble. Zayn walked towards Miles step by step. Every step he took, Miles could feel immense pressure exerted towards himself. It felt as if Zayn was walking on him such that he felt suffocated. Zayn made his way to Miles and looked down at Miles from above. “Tell me, how would you like to die?” Miles was trembling ferociously and his teeth were chattering loudly. At this very moment, he felt as if he came to a realization of whom he had offended. He could feel that his mind had halted to a stop as well and he had never experienced this feeling before. Meanwhile, the sound of footsteps was heard coming from the corridor and also the sound of clapping. Next, a man with a bantering smile on his face came and said, “Not bad, not bad, you live up to the reputation of being The Saintess’ son. You have good genes and you’re very gifted in martial arts.” Miles’ mind that halted to stop earlier resumed working at once upon hearing the voice. He hastily turned his head, looked over and begged aloud, “Save me!” Zayn looked over and narrowed his eyes. “The Saintess? Is that my Mom’s nickname in Sicut In Caelo?”