POSSESSION: The Hidden Omega In All Alphas' Academy [BL]-Chapter 120: Why Should I Do That?

[TRIGGER WARNING: VIOLENCE]

’Oh my goodness! Does this baldie have a death wish by Young Master’s hands? What the fuck he’s blabbering about!?’ Barnes almost panicked internally as if his blood had run cold, imagining the possible worst outcomes that might happen right there.

Before he could say a word, Granny Elma stood up on her feet while holding onto Barnes’s hand as a support, but she bitterly howled at the bald head, "How dare you even think of such a disgusting plan!? Ruining Mari’s life wasn’t enough for you that now...you are targeting her innocent son too!? What did they do wrong to you? Mark my words, all of you will rot in hell for—"

But before she could finish her grumble, Zenith lifted up his left palm and gestured for her to stop talking. He bore an intense domineering aura around him as the Supreme Alpha. His scary pitch-black eyes appeared petrifying as he glowered at the bald head, making Barnes shiver in dread.

The atmosphere around them grew heavier when Zenith started to release his strong pheromones, followed by a big heavy sigh, as he grunted in a low voice, "So, tell me, did you locate the new target already? What are you planning to do with her son next?"

However, the bald head was so blinded by his arrogance and greed that he failed to figure out how Zenith was fumed in rage right before him. Rather, he mistook his question as his eagerness and widened his evil smug while elaborating, "Atta boy, I knew you’d be interested in my offer! Well, I think you’re close to him in age and we have found out that boy has enrolled in the Elite Academy of Westport town.

"And, I know, it isn’t easy to execute our plan when our target isn’t nearby. But that’s not a problem, because that little boy is crazy about his mother, and he would go to any extent for her...to the point of letting us kidnap him by using his mother."

Three young black suit-decked men were standing behind the baldie, and all of them keenly nodded their heads while he spoke, as if they completely agreed to his plans to lure Kylian into their fatal trap.

However, each time the bald guy widened his wicked sneer as he spoke, Zenith flared his nose hidden under the black mask while having a difficult time suppressing his violent rage from erupting.

Along with emitting strong pheromones, Zenith calmly grabbed out two black gloves from his trouser pocket, and while putting them on his both palms, he questioned further in a hoarse voice, "I see, so you are planning to kidnap him, hmm? Then, what will you do next once you have that boy in your grasp?"

"Of course, we gotta grab out his organs...and I can bet, the healthy organs of an Alpha can make us fuckin’ roll in cash!"

That guy snorted with his narrowed eyes shimmering in greed. His voice sounded very excited when he continued, "You see we aren’t a newbie in this smuggling business, our Big Boss had established the company almost decades ago. If we succeed in targeting healthier Alphas like that boy, it’s similar to winning a lottery! Besides, we have also found out that the boy didn’t have any major health complications either...so it’s a win-win situation for us!

"But wait...why are you suddenly putting your gloves on, boy? Are you feeling co—UAAAHHH GAHH!"

"CRASH!!"

Before the bald head could finish his words, Zenith grabbed the back of his head with his right palm and fervently smashed his face on the giant glass mirror hanging next to them on the hallway wall. The sound of glass shattering along with horrified loud screams of that bald guy from those broken glass scrapes suddenly pierced into his face, especially his left eye, shuddered everyone in shock!

Granny Elma shrieked and couldn’t breathe for a second, rolling her eyes in dread, and standing next to her, Barnes mumbled with a displeased face, "I knew this would happen. It was inevitable..."

"Because I fuckin’ hate getting my hands stained with filthy blood like yours. That’s why, putting the gloves was mandatory, my dear business partner."

As he calmly answered, a diabolical smile curved wide on Zenith’s lips, making those three guys together with that bald head shiver in horror as if Zenith stood before them resembling the epitome of death himself!

"M-MY...E-EYE! MY EYE...WAGH! H-HELP! G-GET HIM OFF ME....AHHH!" The bald guy desperately cried and struggled to break free from his grasp, but Zenith applied his superstrength to press his head tighter against the wall with his grasp, to make sure he would get more brutally scarred.

"Looks like smashing your head once wasn’t enough, you’re quite stronger than I had expected." With a casual shrug, Zenith pulled his head back and the dreadful look of his entire scarred face dug with glass scrapes, and blood streaming down from his glass scrape engraved left eye ran goosebumps down everyone’s spine around him.

But once again before anyone could intervene, tightening his grasp around the back, Zenith smashed his head loudly against the wall this time, along with the sound of his cracked skull bone echoing amidst his painful loud cries.

"S-STOP IT!! STOP THIS MADNESS! HOW DARE YOU HURT OUR BOSS, YOU DAMN PSYCHO!!" One among his men howled, trying to march a few steps near Zenith even though his legs were shaking badly.

But when he tried to move close, Zenith smashed the bald guy’s head once again, even more violently than before, leaving a big crack to form on the wall which cowered that man in fear as he pleaded to him, "P-Please...Stop it...Have mercy..."

"Tsk...how helpless of you all!" Zenith clicked his tongue, sounding quite arrogant from his tone as he lifted his glance down at that man in his grasp.

He was comparatively way shorter in height than Zenith, and this time with the loud fervent smash, the bald guy seemed to pass out from the extreme distress of those grave wounds, shortly after a faint groan.

Thus realizing he was out already, Zenith intently showed his brutally bleeding smashed face before his men to scare them even more, a cold grunt escaped from him, "Can you realize now what does it feel to be fuckin’ helpless? This is how exactly Ms. Marley must have felt when you had forced her to give up on her organs in exchange for money...

"When none of you bothered to show any mercy to this pitiful woman, so why should I do that right now?" freewebnσvel.cøm