Cackle! Before Zayn could react, Lei Gong sent a huge ball of dark cloud that was sizzling with light similar to the lightning in the sky. "What makes you think I'm Wang?" He yelled as his body dodged sideways instinctively, making the ball fly past and cause a loud sound behind as it crashed. Lei gong laughed. "Just like I expected." A normal human wouldn't be able to dodge his balls or even withstand one hit but this man... He flipped his hands and created a bigger ball. This time, Zayn didn't dodge. It was as if his body directly absolved the cloud. "Even if you aren't Wang, his powers reside in you. I do not know how that is possible but we must eradicate every trace of Wang from this earth!" 'We?' Zayn thought when he said this. Are there still more coming??? Lei Gong attacked again. This time, his hit was more fierce as Zayn could feel a slight pain when he absolved the ball. Lei Gong was quick to notice this. His horrifying face twisted into a smile. "Suc
"At least, this is better than the rags you wore earlier," Zayn spoke as they stepped out of a secondhand clothes store. They were both wearing rumpled but decent, old clothes. No accessories and Zayn's sedan was nowhere in sight. Rashid sneered and hailed a taxi. "El-Akbar please." As soon as the taxi driver heard the location, he shook his head and declined. He pressed a button to wind up the glass but Rashid put his fingers mid-way. "Sir, it's already so late. I can't go there tonight. It's not guaranteed that I'll get out of there in one piece," The taxi driver hurriedly pressed the button to stop the glass from winding up and injuring Rashid. "Please... We have something urgent to do." When Rashid noticed he wanted to object again, he hurriedly added,"We'll pay you triple." The taxi driver paused. He looked at their appearances and was convinced they wanted to dupe him. But Zayn brought out a wad of cash. The taxi driver salivated at the sight of AED notes he has
"Have we met before?" Alina's eyes squinted in confusion. Even Rashid and Iris looked at Zayn. Zayn finally remembered that they had indeed met before but that was him as Lord Z. So she only knows Lord Z not Zayn Sultan. "Sorry... I just thought you look like my sister. Her name is Alina," He spouted out the fastest lie he could muster. Rashid's mouth fell open in surprise. Alina looked away as she mouthed,"What a weird coincidence." Rashid elbowed Zayn secretly and asked,"How come I never knew you had a sister named Alina? Have I met her? Is she beautiful?" Zayn was speechless. Can this scoundrel be serious for once in his life?! His response was to glare at Rashid who immediately closed his mouth. "Why did you ask me to save them?" Zayn walked faster when he heard Iris' question. He also wanted to know she saved them but it seems the order was from Alina. Why? "Didn't you say the old bedlam would ask for something obscene as payment once he sees how beautiful
"Why are you following us? Your work is over. You should leave," Iris was not pleased to see that Zayn and Rashid were tailing them. "But—" "Let them be. Whatever they face inside, they will endure it," Alina gave her a knowing look. "Come. Let me take you to father. He has been anticipating your arrival," Iris informed her and led her through an entrance of what appeared to be a club. However, Zayn soon discovered that it was a fighting arena. There was so much noise as the crowd cheered to the ring fight ongoing. Alina and Iris disappeared into the VIP section of the arena. As the doors closed, Zayn noticed the side profile of director Hassan who was also inside with some other unknown men. He was about to charge into the room when Rashid held him back. "Look at those bouncers. Do you think they would let us in?" Zayn looked at the bouncers Rashid was pointing at. He gritted his teeth in anger, regretting again that he lost his wallet. He stopped a man who wa
"Uh!" The crowd cried in disappointment. Blaze missed his attempt because Zayn had been quick enough to swerve his bike to avoid the hit. But the back tire clashed with Blaze's causing a screeching sound. Zayn secretly heaved a sigh of relief and sped off to put as much distance as he could between him and Blaze. But the latter was particularly persistent and followed closely behind. Zayn focused on the bikes ahead of him when he realized that the first round was coming to an end. There was still no loser yet though other racers were already trying to hit one another. But he was far behind. So keeping in mind that Blaze was still behind him, he headed straight forward for the bike ahead of him. "Let's do this," He accelerated his bike at a fast speed and directly hit the bike in front of him. The racer lost his stance because he hadn't been expecting a hit from behind and he was also preparing to attack someone else at the time of the attack. The audience watc
"You worry too much Hassan," The unknown man patted director Hassan on the back. "Even if they suspect you have something to do with the fraud, they would never find any clue because they do not know just what the money has been transformed into." Director Hassan's knitted browsing relaxed in relief. He picked up a glass from the table and drained it. "Oooh! Yee-haw!" The cheers from the large screen in the room didn't allow Rashid to hear what director Hassan said next. But he swiftly turned away when the director stood. "I have to leave. It's getting late and I shouldn't spend more time outside now that we are being trailed. Who knows... The enemy might be lurking nearby," Director Hassan bade his companion farewell. The response he got was a guffaw from his companion. "Such a coward. Good night. It was nice doing business with you." Director Hassan nodded and walked away. As soon as Rashid heard nothing else, he looked up and heaved a sigh of relief. He then s
"Congratulations Mr Zen," the judge handing over the prize said to Zayn. Despite the pain the latter was feeling, he smiled. "Thank you." "We now announce our new champion, the one brave enough to beat a seven-year record holder and win a whopping sum of 5,000,000AED," The judge's voice rang out in the place. The crowd clapped and cheered. People from the fighting arena and other sports trooped in to see what was going on. "Do you have anything to say, Zen?" The judge turned to Zayn who nodded. He collected the mic and looked at the crowd. He then smiled again causing ladies' hearts to palpitate. "I have nothing else to say aside, if you believe in it, go for it. It doesn't matter if you are an amateur. There is enough love to go around." Pak! Pak! The crowd clapped again. Those that understood his last statement knew it was directed to the other racers that played dirty. You don't have to play tricks to win. One can't always be a winner. Learn to accept and
"Thank you and good night." The chauffeur gave Rashid and Zayn a quizzical look as he drove away. He looked in the rear view mirror again. Wasn't that Hussein's estate? That place is a private residence owned by one of the wealthiest families in the UAE. Even though Zayn won the grand prize back there at El-Akbar, his appearance was quite simple and poor so how is it possible that he and Rashid are related to the Hussein's family? When Zayn saw the chauffeur's questioning gaze just before he drove away, he knew he had made the right decision. No one in El-Akbar can be trusted. He only asked for them to be dropped off at Hussein's estate and the chauffeur was already acting so strange. What if he had mentioned the Sultan's residence? Then everyone in El-Akbar would know that he and Rashid were just under a guise and were actually from wealthy families. "Hello," Salim's voice was hoarse as the call finally went through. "Were you asleep?" Zayn asked as he followed Rashi
The board members exchanged puzzled glances, struggling to comprehend Zayn's sudden divergence from their expectations. The air thickened with anticipation as they yearned for a deeper understanding of his motives.In a surprising turn of events, Zayn shifted the spotlight to his elder brother, Khalid, whose eyes glistened with a mixture of gratitude and remorse. Zayn's voice softened as he introduced Khalid as the most suitable candidate for the CEO position.Zayn's voice carried a firm resolve as he continued, offering his unexpected proposal. "I believe Khalid is the right candidate for the CEO position. His exceptional skills and experience make him the ideal leader to guide the Sultan's Empire towards a prosperous future.""I have faith in his abilities and his dedication to the success of Sultan's Empire," Zayn added, his words filled with genuine support and forgiveness. "He has proven himself capable, and I believe he will lead this company to new heights."The room fell into
However, as he approached Khalid, he sensed a distinct cold shoulder, a barrier that prevented any immediate confrontation. In his thoughts, Zayn contemplated the complexities of their relationship, knowing that their issues could not be resolved in a single conversation.Zayn's thoughts raced, filled with a mixture of frustration and longing. "Why is Khalid shutting me out? Can't we find a way to bridge this divide between us? We're brothers, after all." He couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment, realizing that their strained relationship would require time and effort to heal.Meanwhile, Khalid's mind was clouded with conflicting emotions. "How can I face Zayn after all this time? Our past grievances have left deep scars, and it's easier to keep my distance. But deep down, I still care. I just don't know how to reconcile the conflicting emotions within me."As the two brothers left the scene together, a palpable tension hung in the air. Their unspoken thoughts echoed, a si
Amidst the chaos, the blaring sirens of approaching police vehicles pierced through the commotion, cutting through the tension-filled air. A collective sigh of relief swept through the room as the guests realized that help had finally arrived. Conversations erupted in murmurs of gratitude and appreciation, blending with the chaotic energy of the moment.One voice, filled with relief, exclaimed, "Thank goodness the police are here! I never thought I'd be so grateful to see those flashing lights."Another guest, speaking softly to his companion: "We can breathe a little easier now. The authorities will take control of the situation and ensure our safety."Officer Harris, the commanding officer leading the police force, barked out orders, his voice carrying an air of authority. "Secure the premises! Apprehend the criminals and ensure the safety of all guests!"Whispered conversations filled the room as guests leaned in closer to their companions, sharing their thoughts and emotions."I
Inside the auction hall, the murmurs among the guests swelled with concern and curiosity. "What's happening?" one whispered, his voice filled with worry. "This is getting out of hand.""Do you think they'll be alright?" another asked, her tone laced with genuine worry. "And do you think we are safe because I'm a little bit scared?" The once glamorous event had transformed into a scene of suspense and unease."I just feel we should calm down and hope nothing happens after now. Agitating will only cause us more harm than good." A companion responded, her voice filled with calmness and fearlessness.Meanwhile, the virtual space continued to crackle with anticipation as viewers hastily typed their thoughts and emotions into the livestream comment section. "Oh my goodness, what is happening?" one viewer exclaimed, his words appearing in a flurry of text. "I can't believe this twist! Will Zayn and Khalid be able to escape?" another comment questioned, punctuated by a string of anxious emo
The livestream page buzzed with a flurry of comments, the virtual audience captivated by the unfolding events. As the revelation that Zayn was Lord Z spread like wildfire, the comment section exploded with reactions, both shocked and intrigued. One of the users exclaimed, "No way! Zayn is Lord Z? My mind is blown!" Another user expressed disbelief, "I never saw that coming! This is crazy!" While another user poured out her thought into the comment section, "Wait, so all those rumors were true? Zayn is the infamous Lord Z?" Amidst the virtual chaos, Twitter experienced an overwhelming surge in activity, unable to handle the sudden influx of tweets and crashing under the weight of the online frenzy. Hashtags related to Zayn and Lord Z flooded the trending section, dominating the digital landscape. One other user remarked, "My timeline is exploding! Zayn just broke the internet!" Another user chuckled, "Twitter can't handle the truth! Zayn as Lord Z is the plot twist of the cent
Cameras clicked discreetly as reporters positioned themselves to capture the grand entrance of Lord Z. They exchanged excited glances, knowing that this unexpected appearance would make for a compelling story.Zayn's mind raced with questions, his brows furrowing as he contemplated what the man was saying. "Why would he want Lord Z to make an appearance at this auction? What could be the purpose behind it?" he pondered silently.The room fell into a hush, all eyes fixated on the stage. The anticipation grew palpable, the air heavy with expectation. Reporters adjusted their lenses, eager to capture the moment when Lord Z would step into the spotlight.However, much to the guests' surprise and disappointment, no one rose from their seats. Confusion washed over the attendees, their faces portraying a mixture of bewilderment and frustration."What's going on? Is this some kind of a ruse?" murmured a guest, his voice laced with suspicion.The man on stage, undeterred by the crowd's react
Khalid couldn't hide his satisfaction as he observed Zayn's discomfort under Shaquille's piercing gaze. "Let's see how he squirms this time," Khalid thought, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. But his expression quickly shifted when Zayn confidently answered the question, leaving Khalid both surprised and slightly unnerved.As the meeting drew to a close, participants started to disperse, their minds abuzz with thoughts of the upcoming auction. Khalid couldn't help but approach Zayn, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "Impressive, Zayn. I must admit, I didn't expect you to have the answer," he remarked, his tone laced with a mix of surprise and admiration.Zayn smiled modestly, his gaze focused on Khalid. "Well, I believe in being prepared," he replied, his voice calm and composed.Days passed, and the much-anticipated day of the auction finally arrived. Zayn's uneasiness remained persistent, gnawing at the back of his mind. Salim, who had been diligently investigating th
As Alina poured herself into the intricate web of organizing the auction, an underlying sense of anticipation lingered. The attendance of Lord Z at the auction held the promise of unraveled mysteries and long-awaited revelations.She declared, "The time has come to bring light to the shadows, to unlock the secrets that lie within. This auction will mark the turning point in my quest for knowledge and discovery. And I won't rest until every mystery is laid bare."*****Meanwhile, a sense of urgency gripped Zayn as he realized he had to make his way to the Sultan's empire. He urgently conveyed, "Zayed, now that I have been able to get in touch with Mr. Faez and Dahlia, I'm a bit satisfied. The fact that they're aware of what happened to Omar settles things a lit, it will make Omar happy seeing them."With that settled, Zayn's attention turned to a new challenge that awaited him. His father, Shaquille, had unexpectedly summoned a meeting with the company's representatives to discuss t
With an outstretched hand clutching a ringing phone, she tried to catch her breath, her voice filled with a mix of anticipation and concern."Ma'am, I'm sorry to interrupt, but the call is very urgent, and they have requested to speak to you immediately," she informed, her tone reflecting the urgency of the situation."An urgent call? This can't be ignored. I wonder who it could be and what it's about. I hope it doesn't hinder our progress with the investors. I need to handle this promptly and find out what's going on." Alina's thoughts rushed like a windAlina furrowed her brows as she absorbed the gravity of the message. "Who is it?" she inquired, her voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and concern."Why would someone call me with such urgency? It must be something significant. I can't help but wonder who it is and what they want. I need to find out more information to understand the situation." Her thoughts kept racing"It's Mr. Raheem from Abu Dhabi," the assistant revealed, h