The Supreme Man: Took Everything in Power
Chapter 689 Be At My Service

At that, Zephyr paused. He raised his head and met Kingsley's eyes. "I see. You're the guy Mr. Radcliff talked about earlier." Kingsley gestured for him to continue with a half smile. "Name your stakes."

A shadow fell on Zephyr's face because he sensed a hint of disdain in Kingsley's words.

For years, the Stewart Family considered him as a youth with the brightest future. Wherever he went, everyone respected him.

Nobody ever dared to look down on him like Kingsley did.

He scoffed at Kingsley's attitude before turning his attention back to Baron. "We're taking you and this Nicholson guy to apologize to Boss Jarett in person. Both of you will be receiving punishment according to our creeds."

Baron was gritting his teeth so hard after Zephyr finished his speech.

Jarett has gone too far! If he wants the gang, that'd be fine. But how dare he suggest I get punished by their law? He's greedy! Does nothing satiate him?

"What if you lose?" Baron demanded coldly.

Zephyr didn't bother to answer him. Instead, he talked to Kingsley, who was waiting in the ring.

"You're my opponent, so you should be the one making the decision. What do you want to bet on?"

His words shocked the audience. What confidence! Is he really the one-in-a-million kind of genius?

If only the audience didn't lose all their money in the previous fight, they would believe in Zephyr and bet on him before the second fight began.

"Interesting suggestion." Kingsley didn't push his luck. He took the offer and suggested, "If you lose the fight, you and the elders of your family will come to visit me in person and be at my service." Kingsley was interested in the mysterious Stewart Family.

Who knows? The arts Godfather taught me might come from the Stewart Family.

Kingsley didn't replace it inappropriate to ask Zephyr to bring the family elders to see him one day.

They should be honored to have the opportunity to meet Ares, the God of War.

The audience was indifferent to Kingsley's words. Yet, the three members of Cole Gang were spooked to hear that.

After all, they knew that the Stewart Family was a branch of the ancient family capable of martial arts in Seavale.

It frightened them to hear Kingsley asking for the family elders to see him in person.

The members turned to Zephyr and Bronte. Their hearts were hammering against their chests. Please don't get angry... Please don't get angry... I want to live... I want to live!

Bronte could no longer contain his anger and it showed as he rudely pointed at Kingsley with his left hand and scolded, "This is getting ridiculous, punk! Show some respect!"

"Enough, Bronte." Zephyr stopped Bronte. His expression mirrored Bronte's. "I handed him the chance on a silver platter, so I can't break a promise. However, I'll kill him with my hands. He'll pay for his arrogance."

Bronte respected Zephyr, so he saw no point in arguing with him. "That's right, Zephyr! You'll never lose to anyone. Now go. Teach him a lesson!"

Zephyr didn't answer him. Instead, he tapped his foot on the ground and leaped into the air. Then, he landed in the center of the ring without making any noise.

The audience's mouths hung open at the sight. They couldn't believe their eyes.

"W-What did I witness? D-Did he just fly?"

"Oh my. He has the talent to be arrogant."

"I have to do it. No, I will do it! I'll bet my savings on him. He's my hope to earn everything back."

Baron swallowed uneasily as the audience's discussion reached his ears.

His faith in Kingsley was fading.

Can Kingsley truly win this battle?

Zephyr kept a calm expression on his face. Regardless, he was secretly mocking the audience for their ignorance. People should stop living in fantasies.

There's no such thing as flying. I merely concentrated the strength onto my foot to help me leap into the air.

Kingsley's flat voice interrupted Zephyr's thoughts. "You'd make a good high-jumper. I hope your skills also live up to my expectation." Zephyr's expression darkened further. "I'll wipe that smirk off your face. You won't make it out alive tonight."

He growled, making his resolution clear.

He roared as he lunged at Kingsley. His attacks all targeted Kingsley's vital parts. It was clear that he was here to spill blood on this day.