Frederick’s heart skipped a beat, and his expression turned to fear. Danna and the others were equally angry and shocked.
Flynn had warned them that if anyone they brought couldn’t even make him flinch, he would slap Frederick’s face until it was raw. Now that Miguel had failed, there wasn’t a single person in the room who could touch Flynn.
They were all panicking.
“I… I warn you, don’t mess around. I’m the young leader,” Frederick stuttered nervously.
“If you lay a hand on me, I’ll make sure you regret it!” he continued with shaky resolve.
“Oh? Still talking tough?” Flynn raised an eyebrow as he approached Frederick with a sly smile on his face. “We agreed earlier that if you couldn’t touch me, I’d slap your mouth.”
“You had your chance and blew it. Now you’re backing out?” Flynn taunted him further.
The others saw how scared Frederick was of Flynn’s threats and began to threaten back themselves, “Frederick is highly respected! If you dare lay a finger on him, he won’t let this go! Neither will Eight Extremities School!”
“Don’t think just because you can fight means you can do whatever you want! There are thousands of students at Eight Extremities School alone! Niarak has over one thousand people with great skills too! If anything happens to Frederick today because of your actions… you’ll be dead without burial!”
“Winning once doesn’t mean anything; winning for life is what counts. Think twice before doing anything foolish or else there will be no way out for yourself.”
Ismael chimed in loudly after snapping out of his shock-induced stupor, “You may have won this time but don’t forget Mr. Powell still has many other skilled fighters at Eight Extremities School who can take down someone like yourself easily.”
“Apologize to Mr. Powell, and I might convince him to spare you this once!”
“Our personal matters are water under the bridge!”
He felt extremely distressed. He had hoped to seize this opportunity to join the Eight Extremities School, but his uncle failed to bring down Flynn. Now, his only chance was to help Frederick avoid this disaster and potentially continue his path into the Eight Extremities School.
“No matter how powerful you are, I don’t believe you can contend with the entire Eight Extremities School.”
“I advise you not to act coy after receiving kindness. Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Powell; he’s magnanimous and might spare you!”
Danna was infuriated too. She had expected to witness Flynn crawling out in tears today, but this scoundrel not only caused no trouble for Frederick but also threatened to smash his face.
“I won, and I still have to apologize to him?” Flynn almost burst into laughter upon hearing their words. He responded indifferently, “Don’t use the Eight Extremities School to scare me; the Powell family is even less worthy of my attention.”
Seeing Flynn unmoved, Frederick gritted his teeth and said, “Not worthy of your attention, huh? Fine! Do you dare let me call someone else?”
“I guarantee I’ll kill you!”
Flynn narrowed his eyes and said, “Fine! But before anyone comes, you have to pay back what you owe me!”
He raised his hand and slapped Frederick across the face. He coldly ordered him to kneel down.
Boom!
Frederick couldn’t believe it. It had always been others kneeling before him; when had he ever kneeled before anyone else?
“You want me to kneel down?”
“Who do you think you are? I’ll kneel for heaven or earth or my parents but never for a piece of trash like you!”
“If you’re so tough then kill me! Let’s see how it ends up for you!” Frederick sneered arrogantly.
“Wow! Frederick really is a hero – he’d rather die than be humiliated! So domineering!”
“This garbage thinks too highly of himself! How could someone like Mr. Powell lower himself to kneel with this kind of scum?”
“Frederick has such backbone – so manly! I’m falling more in love with him every second.”
With each display of toughness from Frederick came more admiration from the models who were increasingly convinced that he was a person worth knowing.
“Not going to kneel?” Flynn narrowed his eyes again as he grabbed Frederick by the throat. Slowly tightening his grip around it while saying, “Do you really think I won’t kill you?”
A thunderous roar echoed in Frederick’s mind, and he felt a salty tang in his throat. When he saw the surging killing intent in Flynn’s eyes, he broke out in a cold sweat.
He knew Flynn was deadly serious, and he truly dared to kill him!
Plop!
Fear overtook Frederick as he crumpled onto one knee right there on stage.
This one act silenced everyone present; they were all stunned speechless.
This one act shattered any illusions about their own pride among these models.
This one act destroyed any image they might have held about who they thought Frederick was supposed be – tall handsome, confident and invincible.
Tears welled up in some models’ eye sockets while several choked back sobs at seeing their hero reduced so low by another man’s hands.
To them, Frederick was their champion and king!
The sight of Frederick in this state was unbearable for them!
Seeing his harem react like this, Frederick’s resentment towards Flynn deepened. He sternly said to Ismael, “Bring your father here! I’m going to skin him alive today!”
“My dad isn’t in Niarak, otherwise I would have called him already…” Ismael said awkwardly.
Frederick was taken aback and growled in a low voice, “You useless fool! What are you staying here for if your dad’s not around? Just to watch me being humiliated?”
“Useless thing, take your uncle and leave!”
Ismael’s face turned dark, but he didn’t dare say much and could only help his injured uncle leave.
As he left, he cast a resentful glance at Flynn.
Obviously, he transferred all his resentment and anger towards Flynn by being scolded.
“The head of Cox family can’t come? Haha, no problem, I have plenty of people!” Frederick let out a light hum and dialed a phone number, his voice filled with murderous intent, “Mr. Hill, there’s a problem here. Can you bring a hundred men with you?”
“Yes! One hundred! This thing can really pack a punch, bring all the weapons!”
“I remember you have ten compound bows over there. Bring them all; I want to turn this damn guy into a porcupine!”
After hanging up the phone, Frederick burst into a sinister laughter and turned to Flynn, saying, “Mr. Hill’s hotel is next door, and it will take about ten minutes to get here.”
“If I don’t kill you today, I’ll write my name backward!”
Flynn shrugged and said indifferently, “Then I’ll give you ten minutes. If they don’t show up within the agreed time, I’ll disable both your arms!”
These women saw Frederick, who immediately called for a hundred people to come over, bringing their compound bows with them, and their emotions were stirred up once again.
“Have you heard? Ten compound bows! Those things can shoot through steel plates. When the arrows rain down, I want to see how you survive!”
“The people Frederick has called this time are definitely more powerful. You better start writing your will now! Or help Frederick up and kneel down to await his judgment!”
“One hundred people, ten compound bows. You little bastard, get ready to turn into a hedgehog and then into minced meat. Next year the grass on your grave will be two meters high!”
Flynn listened to the crowd’s insults, his face darkening. He turned to Frederick and said, “I’ll give you a chance to not get slapped in the face.”
“Make these idiots kneel down and slap each other. I want to hear the sound of the slaps even in the closed office after the door is shut.”
“Otherwise, I’ll smash your face!”
“The choice is yours, you have ten seconds to decide!” Flynn said expressionlessly.
“What?! You bastard!”
“Frederick, we’re your favorites. You can’t listen to him. Our faces are high-tech and can’t withstand being slapped…”
“Get down on your knees, all of you!” Frederick’s voice was cold and filled with humiliation and endless anger towards Flynn.
Thump!
All the women fell to their knees, tears streaming down their faces.
They had no room for resistance in front of Frederick.
“So I’ll go to the office and listen to the recording?” Flynn’s eyes were full of indifference as he walked into the office.
Scarlet knew that Flynn had a stubborn personality, and no one could change his mind. She could only follow him now. Her only hope was that Flynn could handle whoever Frederick called in.
At the same time, she made up her mind that she would stand by him whether or not he succeeded in dealing with this situation.
“Do what he says! Right now! Slap them hard!” Frederick gritted his teeth, his anger almost burning through his entire body.
A few models still held onto some hope earlier but after hearing this order, they lost all hope. The pairs began slapping each other hard as ordered by Frederick.
“Smack! Smack! Smack!”
The sound of slaps echoed throughout the 100 square foot space. In no time at all, all of the models’ faces looked swollen with crooked noses. The room was filled with crying sounds everywhere.
It was at this moment when footsteps sounded outside the door.
Over a hundred men dressed in black suits appeared at the door instantly blocking off any passage through it.
A middle-aged man wearing suit holding walnuts strolled leisurely into view from outside.