The face under the black baseball cap was a thuggish face. The smirking eyes were tinged with some sense of arrogance and contempt.

Zephyr paused before greeting with a straight face. “Mr. Thompson.”

“What?” Nicholas was surprised, sneering. “Did I hear it right? You’re calling me Mr. Thompson?”

Zephyr smiled, his gaze deep and impassive. There was an innate sense of authority on him that anyone who came close would feel an intangible pressure—Nicholas was not exempted from it.

It unnerved Nicholas, and he felt strange about it too.

“You must have forgotten what you were like when you pandered to me in the past, huh?” He patted Zephyr’s shoulder. “Hah, you were like ‘Mr. N’, ‘Sir’… Stop f*cking acting like some civilized man now!”

Just as Nicholas’ hand touched Zephyr’s shoulder, the latter grabbed his wrist immediately.

Nicholas was surprised but kept a straight face. He wanted to pry his hand away, but Zephyr kept a vice grip, disallowing him to move.

“What do you

and

of pain that surged painted Nicholas’ face red.

watch your words,” Zephyr emphasized each word. “No matter how useless I was, it’s in the past. You must have heard how people change

“Marcus Grist—”

pandered to you in the past, you’re unworthy of it from now on! So stop coming to me for trouble. Don’t blame me for

was so powerful and dominant that Nicholas could

and scoffed, the sharpness in his gaze piercing him. As he watched Zephyr leave, he was momentarily stunned before the scar around his eye seemed more

His underling rushed

“What did you find?”

a year ago and broke the rules. It’s said that

was shocked. “Is the

licked his lips. “I asked around a few places. Some said that he’s dead, some said that his finger was chopped and that he was thrown

Nicholas looked serious.

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