Chapter 896

Everyone recognized it as Drake’s private helicopter, and they began to grow excited.

Drake is finally here!

Cobra, who had been kneeling before the doors of Trust Media for the past twenty-four hours, was going to collapse from fatigue.

Drake’s arrival gave him the strength to press on.

Haha! It’s my time to shine!

Inside the office, Zeke stood up from his seat and walked towards the door. “I’m going to out to take a look. Stay here,” He told Lacey.

“Be careful, Zeke! I heard Drake is a really powerful man...” Lacey yelled after him.

Zeke nodded. “Don’t worry.”

Lacey sighed.

Why are the Moores so cruel? All Zeke did was to crash a wedding of yours, and you’re already roping in Drake to go after him?

She did not know Zeke had singlehandedly murdered half the members of the four most prominent families.

Meanwhile, outside the building, the crowd looked on with much anticipation.

They could not see Drake’s face, but his silhouette looked strong and sturdy.

Cobra waved his hand at the helicopter and hollered, “Drake, help me! Zeke is being an unreasonable ba****d!”

Suddenly, Drake took out his bow and pointed it downwards.

Everyone held their breaths as they prepared to see an arrow pierce through Zeke’s body.

However, the reality turned out to be drastically different.

The arrow Drake shot made contact with the spot between Cobra’s eyebrows and went straight through his head.

Blood and other grisly fluids spilled out of the wound and onto the streets.

With his eyes wide and mouth agape, Cobra fell onto the ground like a rock.

“Useless piece of trash! All you do is create more trouble for me!” Drake spat.

Did Drake just kill one of his own men?

The crowd fell silent in shock.

Despite the strong winds from the helicopter’s propellers and the distance between him and Cobra, Drake had still managed to shoot an arrow into the dead center of Cobra’s forehead.

His archery skills are indeed admirable!

After that, Drake pulled out another arrow and aimed it at Zeke.

The crowd drew in a collective gasp and backed away from Zeke.

Zeke, however, seemed unfazed. He raised his head to make direct eye contact with Drake.

His gaze seemed...provocative.

“I really hate that look you have on your face,” Drake said. “Why don’t we start by gouging out your eyes?”

Whoosh!

The arrow whizzed through the air and headed straight for Zeke’s eyes.

Zeke kept his hands behind his back and stared at the incoming arrows calmly.

The crowd sighed in exasperation. He’s asking for it!

However, what happened next came as a massive shock.

The arrow came to a stop just inches in front of Zeke’s face.

Everyone’s eyes widened when they saw Zeke clamping the arrow between his fingers.

He moved so fast!

With that single movement, the winner of this duel was decided.

Zeke was in the lead for the moment.

After all, stopping an arrow with one’s bare hands was a million times harder than shooting it.

Everyone had known Zeke was strong, but no one had seen that coming.

He’s declaring war on Drake, of all people!

Drake grinned. “Not bad. You seem like a worthy opponent. Why don’t we have more duels like this?

Maybe I’ll let you off alive.”

Zeke tossed the arrow onto the ground with so much force that its tip burrowed into the concrete.

“Apologies. I don’t see you as a worthy opponent.”