A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 1335

Chapter 1335 Escape

Jared’s words caused Zion to turn pale with anger. “Stop pretending, Jared. Even if I didn’t manage to claim your life in a single strike, I don’t believe you can withstand another.”

As Zion spoke, he raised his weapon, ready to deliver a devastating blow. Suddenly, Jared gazed behind his opponent in surprise. “When did you return, Mr. Sanders?”

Zion froze and spun around instinctively. Jared seized the opportunity and swiftly produced the Necro Ring and threw it in the air. A black hole appeared immediately.

“Wait for me, Zion, and your Warriors Alliance. I will be back sooner or later.”

With that, Jared disappeared into the black hole.

Zion was livid upon finding out he had been tricked. “F*ck you shameless piece of sh*t! How dare he trick me?”

“Give chase and hunt him down!” Zion roared. “The teleportation device won’t bring him very far. Report any word on Jared back to me immediately.”

Members of the Warriors Alliance hurriedly dispersed to commence their search.

Zion then turned his gaze upon Ryker, who had been as still as a statue and did not move despite receiving his orders. It appeared he was not going to search for Jared.

“Don’t forget that the Deragons are members of the Warriors Alliance, Mr. Ryker. Your son, Edgar, was wounded by Jared, was he not? Don’t you want to kill Jared?”

“Jared is a small fish, President Zeigler. There is no need for me to make a move, as he won’t be able to escape with you on his tail. Excuse me. I have matters to attend to at home.”

Without another word, Ryker turned and left.

Zion was angry at Ryker’s attitude. He had a vague sense that Ryker seemed to be in cahoots with Jared.

Zion glanced at the token he produced from his pocket and slipped it back before leading the Warriors Alliance out of Jadeborough to the impoverished area on the outskirts of the city.

It was the place that laborers called home. They lived in squat buildings in a poor environment with nauseating scents at every corner.

There were many small-time merchants along the street who greeted Zion upon seeing his exquisite robes.

With a scowl still on his face, Zion did not even look at them. He marched briskly until he arrived at an alley leading to a dead end.

It was a house so shabby that it failed to function as a shelter.

A disheveled and dirty old man lay within, smoking tobacco with his eyes closed as if at rest.

Everything in the room was on a table, where several books and a few copper coins lay.