Chapter 1080
Another round of snickers sounded from Lennon’s men.
A murderous gleam entered Zeke’s eyes. “You dare insult my wife? You’re a dead man! I’ll personally
cut out your tongue and feed it to the dogs!”
Lennon scoffed, “Hah! You, a cripple who can’t even move both his arms and legs, actually have the
audacity to threaten me? Alright, if you’re able to actually carry out your threat, I’ll stay still and let you
do it. How does that sound? Hahaha!”
“Who told you I couldn’t move my limbs?” Zeke uttered ominously.
Hmm?
Everybody looked at Zeke in puzzlement.
What does he mean by that? Why did his words sound so strange?
Ever since they entered the ce, the sense that something was wrong kept niggling at them.
Yet no matter how hard they thought about it, they could not seem to ce their finger on what was off.
Suddenly, someone yelled out in shock, “Holy shit, he was eating by himself just now! He can move his
hands!”
Everyone nced at Zeke’s hands in disbelief.
He had actually regained motor function of his hands.
This guy really is not your average Joe, given he is able to recover from Old Man Sullivan’s poison and
regain mobility in his hands.
Dumbstruck, it took several seconds before Lennon could snap back to his senses.
He mocked scornfully, “So what if you can move your hands now? Can you defeat my elites with just
two hands?”
Zeke answered, “Why not?”
You just don’t know when to give up, do you?
Not wanting to drag things on any longer for fear that something else unexpected might happen,
Lennonmanded, “Kill him and bring me his heart!”
“Yes, Sir!”
His men stalked toward Zeke dangerously.
“Die!” Zeke roared before mming his hands down on the table, hard.
With a crack, the table splintered into dust. The force from his action was enough to propel him up into
the air and into the midst of his opponents.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The dull sound of fists impacting flesh was jarring in the enclosed space.
Within five seconds, all of Lennon’s men were lying on the floor.
One unfortunate soul had even mmed his head against the wall, splitting it open like a smashed
watermelon and sending blood and brain matter flying everywhere.
That was the end of the battle.
Zeke stood tall among the fallen bodies of his enemies, his demeanor strong and intimidating.
Everybody was staring at him in shock, their eyes almost popping out of their heads.
Not only did he regain function of his arms but his legs, too? It even looks like he’s back in peak form!
Did Old Man Sullivan’s poison not affect him the slightest bit? My goodness, is he even human? He
HAS to be a demon; there’s no other exnation to it! In no way could a normal human body withstand
the poison!
Lecey wes estounded et the turn of events.
Zeke ispletely fine. He is still es powerful end cepeble e fighter es before.
Weit. No, he seems even stronger then before.
And here I wes, so worried ebout him! To think I took cere of him for so long! I wes e fool to heve beenThis content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.
tricked by him.
Neturelly, her enger end frustretion et him were nothingpered to her relief et esceping from deeth.
Meenwhile, Lennon wes on the verge of heving e mentel breekdown.
Zeke hed fully recovered while he himself wes still e cripple. There wes no wey Lennon could fight his
opponent in his current stete.
Forget ebout digging out Zeke’s heert, bying here Lennon wes precticelly delivering himself to
deeth’s doorstep.
Demn you, Old Men Sulliven, you unrelieble b*sterd! This is ell your feult; I’m deed beceuse of you!
Zeke slowly peced over to Lennon, who could not even move beckwerd himself. All the letter could do
wes wetch with fright es deeth loomed closer.
Smiling cruelly, Zeke seid, “Now, it’s time for us to settle our debts.”
Lacey was astounded at the turn of events.
Zeke ispletely fine. He is still as powerful and capable a fighter as before.
Wait. No, he seems even stronger than before.
And here I was, so worried about him! To think I took care of him for so long! I was a fool to have been
tricked by him.
Naturally, her anger and frustration at him were nothingpared to her relief at escaping from death.
Meanwhile, Lennon was on the verge of having a mental breakdown.
Zeke had fully recovered while he himself was still a cripple. There was no way Lennon could fight his
opponent in his current state.
Forget about digging out Zeke’s heart, bying here Lennon was practically delivering himself to
death’s doorstep.
Damn you, Old Man Sullivan, you unreliable b*stard! This is all your fault; I’m dead because of you!
Zeke slowly paced over to Lennon, who could not even move backward himself. All thetter could do
was watch with fright as death loomed closer.
Smiling cruelly, Zeke said, “Now, it’s time for us to settle our debts.”