Chapter 1050 My Nationalism Vs. Your Nationalism

Grant could not take it anymore. He was flummoxed, utterly incapable of fathoming Zayn’s thought process. Why would someone so powerful happily concede to these foreign devils’ provocations? Why was he acting like a spineless turtle? It was embarrassing for Zayn—it was embarrassing for the Insurgent Trifecta! He was initially respectful of Zayn. Now, however, the man was nothing more than a disgrace. Zayn was a coward, and he did not deserve Grant’s undying respect. In fact, he was undeserving of being the representative of the Insurgent Trifecta. Did it really matter if Zayn was a powerful fighter? He was merciless around his own kind, but meek and wimpish around outsiders. He was a waste of space! Hank, too, shared his sentiment. Honestly, Zayn’s attitude had been nothing short of a disappointment. The foreign bodyguard turned his eyes to Grant and began appraising the young man’s aura. His heart skipped half a beat as he considered him, before finally letting out a haughty retort