Chapter 222: Practicing On A Punching Bag
"No!"
Keira looked at Zach and his opponent. His opponent gave Zach a taunting grin as he made a cutthroat gesture, metaphorically showing Zach that he was already killing him in his mind.
Keira clasped her hands tightly together to stop them from trembling. ’Oh, God, please give my husband strength...’ she prayed as the two fighters entered the fighting ring.
Sting was thumping his chest like a maniac, excited for blood and showing his dominance as he rounded the cage with both of his arms raised and bellowed, "Yeah! That’s right, folks, I will bring The General down today with my own bare hands! Yeah! Yeah!"
"What the heck? Did he think he already won to parade himself around in that ring like that? He looks like a real lunatic! I hope Zach will give him a hard blow!" May hissed irritably seeing Sting’s disgusting attitude.
Leon did not bother to hide his excitement when he saw Zach enter the fighting ring. He guffawed, clapped his hands and whistled before he merrily blurted out, "Hah! Our Sting is a dirty fighter. Let’s see if Zach could win against him. Sting is one of my best fighters."
Thea’s face was drained of color and her heart sank with heaviness as she looked at the bracelet that she was wearing. She had been very careful not to even move her wrist in fear of breaking it. The bracelet was their only hope to get tracked.
She looked towards Jeru’s direction and bit her lip before she turned her eyes directly at Zach.
Jeru could sense Keira’s anxiety as her whole body was rigid with tension and her shivering hands clasped tightly on her lap. He looked again at his wristwatch. "Four more hours," he whispered as his eyes focused on Zach.