Chapter 486 You Got Me Begging You For Mercy

The force was so potent that it caused the paint on the wall to break away on its own. In the part where the brunt of the force landed, a crater was formed, allowing observers to gauge how much force Zayn had put. Zayn exhaled a long sigh, and Skye—who was standing about ten meters away from him—felt a gale brushing her face as if she had just faced a high-power fan. For some reason, her heart felt much colder than her face. The entire house seemed to have shrunken into a silence that could only be achieved by people being simultaneously nonplussed—or more accurately, flabbergasted. Their minds were blown, their worldview completely restructured, their minds were blank after such a bang. For a moment, their senses were numbed from all that shock. They would have never imagined any human being possible of Zayn’s feat before today. To them, the strength professional boxers and MMA fighters displayed on the TV should already be the pinnacle of human puissance. It was only today when they realized that some humans could reach a height they had never imagined before! Zayn had won the fight, though he had already predicted his victory since the outset. After all, he knew just how powerful he was—the problem why it took so long was because he underestimated his enemy instead. It was only until he released about eighty percent of his power was the enemy properly overwhelmed. He had infused all of his might into that single punch, localizing all of his power into a single needlepoint at his opponent’s chest and causing it to cave into a visible dent. The damage was far from a broken ribcage. There was no way anyone could survive that! That last hit had caused such a drastic commotion that many of the neighbors fanned out of their houses, thinking it was an earthquake. Fortunately, Zayn bolted out of the door and bade all of them a good day before shutting the door tight to prevent a widespread panic. By this point, Zayn had effectively become the sole arbiter of the house. One look from him was enough to drain the colors of Miles’ face while his body jerked uncontrollably. As his fear soared to its maximum point, he threw himself at Zayn’s feet before beating himself up desperately and begging in tears, “I’m sorry, sir! I’m sorry, sorry! So sorry! Please don’t hold this gravely stupid mistake made by a braindead moron as more than what it is—I’m as insignificant as a cockroach, yea? I’m not even worth your time, so please! Please have mercy on me! I promise I’ll never get into your way—or even look at you at all!” Zayn was not at all in the mood to care about his drivel, so he shut him up by giving Miles a hard swing that sent him flying straight into unconsciousness. The full display of his capability for violence jolted both Ruby and Waine. Fear began to spring within them, too, especially Ruby, who was visibly shaking. The one person in the entire family who treated him the least humanely had always been Ruby herself, and she knew it: she was the one who made Zayn wash her underoos. She was the one who gave him only leftovers from their meal and called it sustenance. She was the one who was always looking for new ways to humiliate and debase Zayn; the one who did everything she could just so he could get out of her house. Where was that so-called deadbeat doormat now? All she saw was someone who was so mighty and awesome it bordered on impossibility! In other words—Ruby was dead! If Zayn decided to pay her back on all the deeds she did, there was no way feeble little Ruby could possibly put up even a tickle of a fight! Just that thought alone turned her face white. Her body could not stop trembling. She could not look in his direction. Whatever Ruby felt, Skye felt it too—but to a lot worse degree. She was both perplexed and regretful. She was perplexed at how the useless doormat had somehow become so crazy-powerful that in her right mind, she would have never, ever dreamed of enraging. She felt painful regrets for actually losing her right mind and betraying Faye back then, and now she had trapped herself with the worst trouble she could ever face. Zayn shot her a cursory look, and the last of Skye’s composure immediately imploded in a spectacular breakdown. She did not even hesitate to crash onto the floor with her knees, her hands folding into a prayer as she begged and begged, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! It was my mistake for listening to that Miles and his bullsh*t in a lapse of judgement, really! I didn’t want to betray you or Fifi, I swear! Sniff, sniff… I don’t wanna die! Please let me live, okay? I’m begging you, please have mercy! I would do anything for you, anything! I wouldn’t even mind being your slave! Please, please…”