Chapter 689: You've Still Got a Sweet Mouth, Wyatt

Seeing that even Elder Zionzee couldn't stand against Nash Johnston, Kenzo Wokey finally broke. He spun around and bolted. Nash slowly turned his head, watching Kenzo flee. "You filthy mutt. You think you can run?" His body flashed through the air. In a heartbeat, Nash shot straight after him. A handful of bodyguards who still clung to life near Kenzo, along with a middle-aged man, saw Nash streaking in. The man roared, "Protect Young Master Wokey!" His fists whipped like a gale. As his punch-force...