Chapter 687 I’ve Been Sharpening An Ax… Just To Grind!

Their fight was not exactly guaranteed—the rules of the game made it so that if Xander and Zayn never actually encountered each other, they would never fight. Still, it was a slim chance that something like that would actually happen. As Xander trudged forward, one of his lap dogs asked gingerly, “Say, most respected Mr. Griffin! How many dog tags do you think Zayn’s got by this point?” He started out being a member from another team, but he immediately gave up his dog tag upon seeing Xander, despite the latter working in the exact same way Zayn did. His reputation and fighting skills were simply too renowned for these people to leave after offering their tags—they stuck around, trailing behind him like Xander’s very own team of fanboys, just waiting to watch the battle of a lifetime between Xander and Zayn. By now, he had garnered about fifty odd people with him. Another one of his lap dogs chimed in immediately, “C’mon. As if that’s a legit question! Of course he could never net