Chapter 839 I Am The Savior, I Am Justice! (Cue The Epic Latin Choir)

As soon as they noticed Zayn being alone, the Rheasians lost hope. They had seen these foreigners in action. They knew how good they were at fighting. That specific man, Kenneth, was a monster who could puncture a punching bag with a haphazard punch. They could already see in their mind—how badly beaten Zayn would have become after the foreigners’ nightmarish retribution. It only existed in their imagination for now, but still, it saddened the Rheasians. One of them even had reddened eyes. “Run!” One of them cried. He was warning Zayn. The other Rheasians froze for a second, then another one broke out of his trance and shouted, “Run for your life! These foreigners are sadists—they will rip you apart for beating their kin!” Another Rheasian quickly chimed in, too. “Run, man! Run before it’s too late!” Their desperate warnings shocked Zayn. He did not expect things to turn out this way. And yet, as his shocked eyes swept through a dozen of Rheasian faces, he saw concern, humiliation,