Chapter 1195 Evil Guy

A dozen more stood behind him, all of them apparently expert pugilists. Among them, the one standing at the right was a stony-faced man clad in a vintage trench coat and leather shoes. The pugilist in question looked deceptively normal at first glance, but the more one scrutinized him, the more he unsettled them. He was like a man-shaped black hole, a tear in space that drew everyone’s attention into it until all there was left of the onlookers were the chills in their stomach. Now that was a superior class tier-3 fighter, Zayn realized. Trench Coat Man’s battle prowess could give Dick Cheney a run for his money—which was a big deal in and of itself. Superior fighters were, generally, a rare breed among humans simply because it was hard for a normal fighter to ever get here. After all, not everyone was lucky enough to be a once-in-a-million-years genius like Zayn. “You! Syrus f**king Wright!” Just the sight of that man caused Luke to erupt in a burst of malice, dyeing his cheeks a