Chapter - 3112

Albert's physique indeed resembled a formidable mountain, and his speed was astonishingly swift. As he ran, he was as fast as a speeding car careening recklessly.

His overwhelming presence was enough to instill fear in anyone's heart.

Zeke, on the other hand, remained motionless, displaying no intention of fighting back.

Naturally, everyone assumed that Zeke was still in a state of shock.

Everyone could foresee the grim events about to unfold, and they shut their eyes in anguish, unable to witness the impending bloodshed.

In the blink of an eye, Albert arrived before Zeke, who still hadn't made a single move.

In the next instant, a sharp "snap” resounded abruptly, and Albert was propelled dozens of meters away in the blink of an eye.

In the end, his body ended up hanging from a tree branch, swaying back and forth as he got knocked unconscious.

What the heck?

Everyone present widened their eyes to the extent that they seemed on the verge of popping out of their sockets.

What happened to Mr. York? How did he suddenly fly out so far? No, he didn't fly off on his own. He was sent flying by someone else. The vivid red handprint on his face is startling. Who slapped him? Was it Zeke? But Zeke was just standing there and hadn't moved at all! Holy cr*p. This is so scary.

Timmy and Karen exchanged glances before taking a few steps back, putting distance between themselves and Zeke.

Zeke stepped forward and pulled Albert down from the tree branch.

Albert tumbled down from the branch, the searing pain jolting him awake.

His eyes wide with fear, he looked at Zeke. "Was it... was it you? How... How can you be so powerful? Who exactly are you?"

Zeke replied, "I'm just a small fry. You mentioned having some connections, right? Perhaps it's time you summon them to come to your aid?"

He recognized that if he didn't address Albert's supporters, even if he resolved this immediate issue, there would likely be more problems surfacing as a consequence.

Therefore, he made the decision to tackle the root of the problem.

Albert was taken aback. "Are you asking me to call for reinforcements?"

"Of course," Zeke replied nonchalantly.

Albert snickered. "Very well. You've got guts. Just you wait. I'll settle the score with you today for sure."

No one could fathom the immense pain that must have tormented Albert as he uttered these words, given that his face had been ravaged by Zeke, resulting in excruciating agony with every slightest motion.

He took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Hey, Master Carson. It's me, Albert. I... I've been attacked. The guy is a bully. He even insulted our sect! All right. I'll wait for you. I'm inside the school."

After ending the call, Albert laboriously rose to his feet, a chilly smile forming on his lips. "My master, Carson York, will arrive shortly. He's renowned for his unwavering

commitment to our sect. You've just insulted our sect, and my master is incensed. He won't spare you easily; he might even take your life. If you kneel and apologize now, you might still have a slim chance at survival."

Zeke flashed a faint smile. "I did not insult your sect just now. May I ask which sect are you from?"

Albert said proudly, "The Supreme York Sect from Mount Zadiff."

Zeke said with interest, "Oh? This name does sound somewhat familiar."

As he spoke, he retrieved his communicator and started searching for information about the Supreme York Sect.

Soon, he said, "I see. Turns out that the

Supreme York Sect had a history of collaboration with Petalblade. Back in the day when Petalblade was the Great Marshal, the Supreme York Sect did many disgraceful things for him, including imposing heavy taxes and indulging in arson, murder, and looting. However, when confronted with external threats, the Supreme York Sect not only refrained from defending against these adversaries but instead sought substantial funds for building forts, opting for isolationism as a means of self-preservation. As if that wasn't bad enough, the Supreme York Sect even manipulated people, spreading seditious remarks. They deserve nothing less than death!"

Albert stomped his foot and cursed, "D*mn you! How dare you insult my sect! Just you wait! My master will surely make you pay with your life."

Zeke responded, "Is that so? Before he takes my life, I will annihilate the Supreme York Sect. This sect is nothing but a cult!”