Chapter 1561


    “B*****ds!” Zeke hissed through clenched teeth, his hands curling into fists.


    With seemingly too much time on their hands, the Four Great Martial Houses were all busy sticking


    their hands into the pie that was the Martial Artist National Examination.


    They all need to be taught a lesson.


    On the other hand, whoever had been following Missyst night to try and harm her needed to be


    taught a lesson as well. But this time, the lesson would be permanent.


    Zeke loosened his iron grip on Sesame Cookie’s neck. “You, take me to the people from the other three


    Houses who were following Missyst night.”


    Rubbing his face, Sesame Cookie trembled as he stood up. “Okay, okay, I’ll do that!”


    As he bowed and scraped to Zeke, he was signaling his henchmen with a pointed look.


    Once Sesame Cookie reached a safe distance, any remaining concerns he and his underlings had


    vanished. They pulled out their guns immediately, aiming at Zeke.


    Zeke just sneered. At that point, threats like these were nothingpared to what he had lived


    through.


    “Hey! Sh*thead!” Sesame Cookie let out a furious shout. “Did you really think we wouldn’t make any


    preparations after your men surprised usst night?”


    He growled, “I swear to God, if you don’t kneel and apologize to me right now, we’re going to use you


    for target practice!”


    The Principal nodded in agreement. “Letting this scum live is just a waste of resources. I strongly


    suggest that you kill him and his wife too. If that happens, Missy Williams will be an orphan at the


    mercy of the Ancient Tomb Sect.”


    “Rest assured,” the Principal said, “The Ancient Tomb Sect will help you settle any bacsh you might


    face for their murders.”


    Sesame Cookie leered darkly at Zeke. “I like your suggestion. It does put a smile on my face but killing


    them so easily is too lenient of a punishment for them.”


    “Listen closely,” Sesame Cookie sneered at Zeke. “Go get your little sidekick - the one who fought my


    men yesterday. If you two p each other and apologize to me, I’ll consider letting you die quickly. If


    you don’t... well, rumor has it that your wife is a very beautiful woman. I’d hate for anything to happen to


    such a lovelydy.”


    His henchmen joined in his mockery as well, lecherously extolling the many virtues of Zeke’s wife and


    what exactly they would like to do to her in gross detail.


    Zeke regarded them as one would regard a dead body. “Our Ancient Tomb Sect? I never expected you


    to be a member of the Ancient Tomb Sect as well, Principal. Regardless, I suppose you did do your fair


    share of human trafficking over the past few years.”


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    “I originally wanted to sentence all of you to execution on the spot,” Zeke said coldly. “But apparently,


    execution is just letting you all off the hook too easily. I’m going to get to the bottom of this matter


    personally, but rest assured that once I do, all of you will be paying the appropriate price for it.”


    Zeke’s speech had shocked Sesame Cookie, even if thetter was not willing to admit it. The shock he


    felt soon manifested itself as anger.


    “You’re going to regret mouthing off, scum,” Sesame Cookie growled. “Brothers! Stop standing there


    and attack! Cripple his arms and legs first, then torture him slowly.”


    Without any hesitation, his four henchmen opened fire. Gunshots rang through the air.


    However, the instant the fired bullets left the muzzle of their guns, Zeke inexplicably vanished. He


    disappeared into thin air, just like that.


    Saying Sesame Cookie and his henchmen were surprised did not do justice to the current situation.


    They were stunned and truly dumbfounded.


    As they looked around the area frantically, they wondered if Zeke knew how to make himself invisible.


    They could not shoot if they did not have a target.


    The henchmen searched the surroundings immediately, turning over every single nook and cranny, but


    Zeke was simply just not there. A very bad feeling began washing over them.


    “Up here.”


    The cold voice rang from the rafters. With a growing sense of horror, everybody turned to look up. Zeke


    was hanging onto a wooden beam easily, a chilly expression on his face. No one had seen how he


    managed to climb there.


    The henchmen raised their guns quickly, but Zeke was even quicker. A flick of his hand sent dozens of


    silver needles flying with deadly uracy, sinking into the arms of the gun-holding henchmen.


    Their guns ttered onto the ground as their grips loosened unwillingly. Zeke dropped from the rafters


    like a vengeful spirit,nding in the midst of the four paralyzed henchmen. He swept a powerful kick


    around him and sent all four of them crashing onto the ground.


    A gleaming dagger shot into his hand, appearing from under his sleeve. In the span of a single


    heartbeat, Zeke quickly severed their tendons with the dagger.


    The dust finally settled. Agonized cries echoed through the office as the fallen men groaned and


    whimpered. Their groans sounded almost like pigs being strangled alive.


    Worried it would disturb the children in the kindergarten outside, Zeke kicked all the henchmen into


    unconsciousness. They fell silent abruptly as his foot stepped on their heads.


    His gaze then fell on the Principal. The man fell to his knees limply, his entire quaking body betraying


    his fear.


    “I... I... I was wrong! I’m sorry! Please, I’ll apologize to you.” He prostrated himself pathetically at Zeke’s


    feet. “Please... forgive me.”