Chapter 387 Look At The Astronomical Figure—Is Your Head Spinning Yet?

What really cemented the possibility into reality, however, was that supercilious half-smile on Zayn’s lips. In unison, the crowd felt their cheeks burning as exasperated humiliation lashed across their faces. A massive rant strewn from colorful and interesting word choices blared within their minds as the realization of being played like a fiddle bred new rage. Jordan was one of those whose recovery from shock was instantly followed by a surfeit of embarrassed fury. The only reason why he did not send Zayn straight to his maker right there and then was because that young man still had his use. “A-ha! You know me so well, Zidane!” Zayn said, chuckling. He pulled out his phone and called the bank, opting for information on his bank account when prompted. Soon, a clear, jaunty voice belted from the speakers, “Thank you for calling, our most esteemed Black Card VVIP. The amount of money remaining in your account is 9,110,034,258 dollars and 33 cents.” All manners of noises whisked out