Chapter 841 Race—Oh Yeah, It’s Not The Cars And Tracks Type

Receiving their hero’s compliment made the men feel even prouder of themselves, and they puffed their chests even higher. Kenneth managed to shatter the feel-good moment, though. With an icy sneer, he scowled at Zayn and the Rheasians with the snarling ferocity of a monster and cocked his head to the side. “You think… That a bunch of Rheasina weaklings like yourselves would have anything to stand up against us? You really want to die so badly?” All twenty-odd foreigners had begun to surround Zayn, Jake, and the rest, their eyes brimming with hostility. Jake and his coworkers showed fear. Admittedly, the foreigners dwarfed them so much that the Rheasians and the foreigners belonged to two separate classes altogether. They gulped, clearly in fear. Smith and Kenneth took a few steps toward them and scanned the Rheasians with scorn until they finally rested on Zayn. “Rheasian weaklings. You’re of an inferior race! And you think you can fight against our noble race?” “You Rheasians sho