Chapter 572
Zain could barely stand Quil''s behavior. " Take it to a ce upstairs if you want to do anything; don''t
disturb me. I''ll be here to settle this guy!"
Quilughed at what Marshal Yorke had to say. "Haha! Alright, I''ll leave this guy to you, since he’s just
amander. We’re going upstairs to enjoy ourselves. Surely settling a meremander is no hard
job for you!"
Quil and the others approached the stairs t o the fourth floor while picking up Xena and Fiona.
"Let go of me!" Xena screamed as she struggled vehemently.
These f*cking bodyguards were no good people; they kept grabbing at her thighs as
they brought her up the stairs.
"Fane, save me! If it wasn''t because of you, we wouldn''t be kidnapped!” Fiona shrieked. "If anything
happens to me, my daughter won''t let you off the hook so easily!"
"Go away, you b*stards! Go away!" Fiona was scared witless, her struggle never ceased as she was
carried away. Her face turned pale from being terror-struck, and her hair was ruffled due to her
struggling.
"Don''t worry, I''lle soon!" Fane was slightly at ease when only two bodyguards remained at the
entrance while the rest went up the stairs.
Zain was a marshall, and if Xena and Fiona saw how effortlessly he could eliminate a marshall, they
would be under the suspicion that he was a King of War.
It would be tedious to exin that to them.
On the contrary, it would be easier to exin things when they saw nothing.
Zain looked at Fane indifferently as hemented, "Young man, you can''t me this on me. I only
want to kill you to avenge my master!"
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"Haha! Your master is Magnus Suthend, right? You want to avenge a piece of trash like him?" Fane
chuckled, his fists raised a s he adjusted his stance. "Since my mother-inw and Xena are in danger,
my only course of action is to finish you off and save them right after."
"Really? How dare you act all cocky when you know I''m a marshal?" Zain smirked a malicious smirk,
and there was a glimmer o f pure malice in his eyes. "Young man, do you think that I''m a marshal
because I bribed my way there? You’re wrong. I''m already a marshal several years after I enlisted, and
I earned that position with m y punches. I''m not like those men who became marshals through good
luck and rtionship with others, or without any usible skills!”
Zain then ceased his rambling. He took one step forward and the distance of a few meters between
him and Fane disappeared just like that. The next second, he was already in front of Fane.
"That’s speedy!" The two bodyguards left guarding the entrance inhaled sharply as they watched the
fight unfold. Was this the true strength of a marshal? Such strength was downright terrifying.
Zain balled his fist and dashed toward Fane in one swift movement.
While it seemed as though it was an ordinary punch, the power behind it was a force not to be
reckoned with. Moreover, it was very fast. Had any normal men be at the receiving end, they would
have fallen i n an instant.
Zain believed Fane stood no chance against this sort of power.
Yet, Fane made no move to-nor thought of -evade. He balled his own fists and threw one punch, his fist
collided against Zain’s. I t was as though he had anticipated this attack.
''Oh, so he will stand and fight?’ The thought crossed Zain’s mind the moment Fane threw his punch to
fight back, and he was obviously taken aback.
"That’s so fast!" Zain then began to feel fear. Fane should not have been able to intercept his fist with
his own.
He threw his punchter than Zain did, yet Fane’s punch zipped through the air and met his much
faster.
Bang!
There was a dull, muffled noise and Zain flew backward. He knocked down a wall two or three meters
away as he zipped through the air.
These walls were solidified and very thick, despite looking rather normal. The strength of a normal
person would never b e able to knock the wall down.