Chapter - 986

Zeke scoffed, “What a despicable act. Is this all the Lewis family is capable of? In that case, I'll spare you.”

Alfred stammered, “T-Then, my family...”

Zeke assured him, “I'll help save them.”

Alfred was relieved and thanked Zeke, “Thanks, Mr. Williams. I'm grateful to you and will continue to serve you...”

Zeke waved him off, “Shut up and drive. You're disturbing my rest.”

Soon, they had arrived at a private room of the Contour Hotel.

Both of them took their seats and were served good food and wine.

Zeke was hungry, so he helped himself.

Alfred, on the other hand, was worried that the food was poisoned. Hence, he tried hinting at Zeke, but Zeke ignored it and continued chowing down.

Alfred was lost for words. How did Mr. Williams survive until this age with his guard let down like this?

After the banquet was nearly over, Zeke was a little drunk. He demanded, “Why aren't your guests here yet?”

“They should be here soon,” Alfred replied in trepidation.

The moment he said that there was a cracking sound coming from above.

Soon after that, the ceiling caved in, and a figure with a sword slashed Zeke from above.

But Zeke merely smirked and caught the sword with two fingers of his Ieft hand while shielding his glass with his right.

The assailant was none other than Conseal from Tulle.

When Conseal saw that Zeke had attempted to stop his sword with two fingers, he was overjoyed.

He had completed countless assassinations using this trick and had not failed a single time.

Thus, he knew that it was not something that could be stopped using two fingers.

However, his smile froze almost immediately when he witnessed something impossible in front of him.

Zeke's fingers had stopped the sword, and it would not budge no matter how much he pulled or thrust it.

F***!

Conseal's eyes widened. What is he, Iron Man? How could an arm made of flesh and blood have such immense strength?

Before he could react, Zeke bent his fingers. Snap! The sword was broken cleanly into two.

With a flick of his fingers, the broken sword flew towards Conseal!

Conseal panicked and attempted to evade it, but the blade was too fast and stabbed right into his chest.

The sudden turn of events had Conseal roaring in pain while losing his balance. He crashed into the dining table, smashing the table into pieces.

After all the ruckus, Zeke grabbed the glass, took a few steps back, and lamented, “What a waste of good food. Luckily, I managed to save this glass of wine.”

He downed the glass in one shot.

At the same time, Alfred was petrified. It was only when Conseal's blood spurted onto his face that he came back to his senses. He took a few steps back and felt his legs go weak. Eventually, he fell backward and leaned against the wall.

The events had happened before Alfred even had time to react!

That was so fast! The outcome was decided in an instant! It's Zeke's overwhelming victory! Are these two even humans? A mercenary from Tulle lost to Zeke in one move even though he attacked without warning! Calling him Master Williams is an understatement! He's already a god!

After a while, Conseal got up while supporting himself against the wall.

He then removed the blade and applied some medicine to stop the bleeding.

Fortunately for him, the broken blade had not stabbed his heart, so the wound was not life- threatening.