Zayne’s eyes stared ahead dazedly while his muscles spasmed as though he was suffering from an electric shock.

“Yup. I am Ares, the God of War.” Kingsley flashed him a small smile. “Do you know why I am telling you my secret?”

He continued to speak before Zayne could answer him. “Because you are about to have your tongue cut off. You are going to be a human swine who can neither speak nor write. I don’t have to worry about you revealing my secret.”

“No…”

Zayne’s blood froze, and he was so scared he urinated on the spot.

Did I actually plan to kill the God of War himself and dispose of his body in the woods?

I was just planning my own death, wasn’t I?!

“No… This wasn’t supposed to happen…” Seemingly in a trance, Zayne shook his head in denial. “How could you be the Ares, the God of War? It is impossible…”

As he spoke, his pupils suddenly dilated and he mumbled, “D-Did you already know earlier on about Beau and my plan? Am I the one who… fell into the trap?”

“It seems you still have some brain cells left in that head of yours.” Kingsley nodded. “The reason I went along with it was for Jeffred’s sake, and I wanted to give you a chance. Too bad, though. You have let your father’s efforts all this time go to waste.”

Zayne’s face turned ashen then. “W-What about Alan Gershwin? Is he not knocked out and locked up?”

“That is right. Professor Gershwin is taking a good rest in the room.”

about Beau?” Zayne looked desperate as he threw out one question after another. “What will you do

a guess.” Kingley smirked. “What could the five boxers who were

immediately thought,

All my plans!

All my revenge!

child’s play in the

himself into thinking that he was in control of the whole

in fact, Kingsley didn’t even need to do much,

Hotel

Beau had stuck to Alice’s side while he toasted

Kramer? Are you getting tipsy? Should I bring you to your room for

blood was boiling with excitement at the sight of Alice’s eyes turning

feel a little dizzy…” Alice gently massaged her temples while she

Let me take

halfway through his sentence when Blake, who had been watching the two of them, stepped forward and said to Alice, “Are you alright, Dr. Kramer? Do

of Cleapolis Acupuncture Society practically idolized

call Alice his sister in the conference room earlier today, he made sure he kept a close

extra vigilant in fear that Beau would do

voice rang out as well. “Exactly, Dr. Kramer. Should

elderly scholars from the

of the older men whose hair had turned white pointed an accusing finger at Beau. “What do you do? Which hospital are you from?” he barked one question after another. “You better get out

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