Chapter 880

"Connor, they're still at it," someone remarked.

"Moss and Beck," Connor called out, his voice carrying a hint of annoyance.

In the blink of an eye, Zachary felt a rush of wind, and before he knew it, he was airborne, landing with a thud ten feet away, leaving a sizeable crater in the ground.

"Master!" The Jones family members gasped, rushing to his aid.

Zachary's entire body screamed with pain, as if his bones had turned to dust. He couldn't even stand, his face pale as a ghost, drenched in sweat, lips quivering too much to speak.

"Who do you think you are, laying hands on our Master?" One of the Jones family members, clearly unaware of who Connor was and trying to impress Zachary, pointed accusingly at Connor. "Our Master could make you wish you'd never been born with just a flick of his finger!"

Zachary, barely managing to get to his feet, heard this and was so terrified he fell back down with a thud. He looked at the speaker in horror. Did he even realize what he was saying? Zachary wouldn't dare speak to Connor like that!

Kruz, still simmering with anger, was momentarily taken aback but then broke into a mischievous grin. "Bro, he said he's gonna make you wish you'd never been born!"

trouble, but this year seemed especially ripe with them. This guy must've had a death wish to talk to his brother that

too!" Adrian chimed in, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Bro, with them talking about you like that, you've got to show them what you're made of, or they'll think

Adrian bantered back and forth, enjoying the

glance Zachary's way. With just that one look, Zachary felt like his spine was

Jones family think they've overstayed their welcome?" Connor's voice was calm, almost

sentence was

pain forgotten. "Mr. Howard, my people were out

person who had spoken realized they had crossed the line when they saw Zachary's reaction. His face turned ashen,

in a hasty

come in like a storm but left like whipped dogs, tails

Kruz exclaimed, giving Connor a hearty

had made the Jones family scatter with less than three sentences, like rabbits fleeing from a

the ones losing ground to the Jones family, so seeing them so cowed was a

let's head inside," Karter suggested, managing a

visit from

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