“So, you don’t know anything? What is the name of the benefactor in your mouth, where they live, you should always know it!” Flynn’s eyes flashed with disappointment, and his anger burned stronger in his heart.
Every time there was a new clue, it would break off, unveiling one layer of mist only to be replaced by another.
Flynn always had a feeling that the truth was just separated by a thin sheet of paper, easily visible with a gentle poke, but he had no idea where that blank sheet of paper was.
Having the strength but nowhere to vent it, this feeling was incredibly frustrating.
Ayden, at this point, had lost all color from his face due to the pain. His whole body was drenched in cold sweat. Seeing Flynn persistently questioning him, he gritted his teeth and endured the agony, saying, “We only had a single line of contact. Only the benefactor could call me. I really don’t know where he lives or what his name is!”
“All I know is that he is from Ostrad, about eight feet tall, with thick eyebrows and a square face. He has a black dragon head tattoo on the back of his hand, and on the day we went to the George family, he wore a black mask, so I couldn’t see his true face.”
“That’s all I know, ah! It hurts so much! You said you’d kill me if I spoke, so just do it! I beg for a quick death!”
Flynn calmly said, “Answer me one more question. You haven’t returned to the country in ten years, so why take the risk and come back this time?”
Ayden, unable to bear the pain, was on the verge of collapse. His brain and heart were still on the edge of excitement, and he almost roared, “The benefactor wanted me to make a tasteless medicine. I designed a formula, and Bloodwort is the most important ingredient. The demand is high, but it’s difficult to gather hundreds of kilograms of Bloodwort abroad, as it’s mostly used in chemical medicine.”
“At that time, I thought of attending the Niarak Pharmaceutical Conference, so I secretly returned to the country!”
“That’s all I know, truly, that’s all! Kill me! You bastard, do it! Ah! I’ll bite you to death!”
Fearful that Flynn might change his mind, Ayden lunged toward Flynn’s thigh, attempting to provoke him and find release in death.
Flynn, however, didn’t indulge him and kicked him away.
“Boom!”
Ayden’s chest instantly collapsed, and he flew five meters before crashing into the wall with a splat, just like Garrett, turning into a pile of mud.
Hiss-
Seeing this, Brady couldn’t help but feel awe for Flynn.
In his hands, Grandmaster was no different from a rabbit. One slap would explode a person, one kick would shatter them!
Ayden’s Poison Powder made the world tremble in fear, but it had no effect on Flynn.
Was this still a human?
Moreover, Flynn now was completely different from before. Previously, he was carefree, unsteady on his feet, and walked with a wobbly gait.
Now, he stood tall and emitted an endless aura of might. His face showed little expression, cold like an emotionless deity.
Brady, a martial artist who had reached the pinnacle of Inner Strength, could only lower his head in the face of the pressure emanating from Flynn.
Perhaps, this was the real Flynn!
No wonder he was so arrogant last time; he had the capital for it!
What the Spencer family couldn’t achieve in ten years was just a single kick for him!
The Spencer family had completely misjudged him!
After Flynn kicked Ayden to the ground, his expression became solemn.
Eight feet tall, square face, a black dragon head tattoo on the back of his hand.
The target seemed obvious, but how could they find him in the vast sea of people?
And this man with the black dragon head tattoo, why would he want a tasteless poison? Who was he planning to poison?
The more Flynn thought about it, the more restless he became.
“Cough!”
A severe cough disrupted Flynn’s thoughts. Molly had regained consciousness after Brady fed her the antidote.
The air was filled with the smell of blood, and severed limbs littered the ground.
“Did the God of War kill the King of Poison? Did the King of Poison reveal who was behind him before he died?” Molly asked with mixed emotions.
She wanted the King of Poison dead, but not at someone else’s hands. From the looks of it, it was impossible for her to personally kill the King of Poison.
“Miss, there is no God of War! It was Mr. Clark who killed the King of Poison, and even the King of Poison didn’t know who was behind it,” Brady helped Molly up, helpless.
“Him?” Molly paused for a moment, then shook her head.
“Impossible! It must be that the God of War didn’t want me to interfere, and Uncle also didn’t want me to continue investigating, so you’re giving credit to Flynn!”
“In fact, the God of War killed the King of Poison, and the King of Poison revealed who was behind him, right?”
Flynn?
This guy ran away from the Insect Venom, how could he have the ability to kill the King of Poison?
Impossible!
Cruz, are you joking with me?
Are you trying to fool me with an ordinary, unremarkable man who only knows how to talk big?
Brady paused for a moment, looking strange. “It was Mr. Clark who slapped Mark and then kicked Ayden. Miss, I’m not lying to you!”
What?
Flynn killed two Grandmasters?
And he exploded them with a single slap?
How powerful must his Martial Arts be?
If he’s so strong, why did he run away from the Insect Venom?
This is ridiculous!
“Brady, I will definitely seek revenge for the George family. I will definitely get to the bottom of this, and you can’t stop me by keeping it from me!” Molly’s face was resolute.
“I wasn’t keeping it from you! I was telling the truth!” Brady was dumbfounded, feeling like he couldn’t clear his name.
“The truth?” Molly sneered and turned to Flynn. “Dare you swear to the heavens that you killed the King of Poison and Mark?”
“Childish!” Flynn was already annoyed, and Molly’s attitude made him even more displeased. After waking up Orlando, he turned and left.
Seeing Flynn’s reaction, Molly turned to Brady and said, “Brady, he dares not swear, so there must be something fishy going on in his heart!”
“If you won’t tell me what happened just now, then I’ll go find the God of War myself and get the truth!”
After saying this, Molly swiftly leaped over the high wall of the factory area and disappeared into the night.
“Miss, I’m telling the truth, I really am!” Brady spread his hands, looking at the direction Molly disappeared with a frustrated face.
Not far away.
“Layla and the others couldn’t defeat him even when they teamed up. I didn’t expect you to handle it with just a single slap!” Rose was still in shock, her heart pounding uncontrollably.
“Layla was here just now?” Flynn raised an eyebrow.
Rose nodded, feeling a bit annoyed. “She must have known that the King of Poison was coming, otherwise she wouldn’t have appeared as soon as he arrived.”
“This woman is too selfish. She didn’t inform us in order to kill the King of Poison, treating other people’s lives as a game!”
“After putting in so much effort, she ended up escaping in the end!”
Flynn said indifferently, “Layla has been developing too smoothly these past few years, gaining fame too quickly, to the point where she overestimated herself and underestimated her opponents. It’s normal for her to run away.”
“As for why she didn’t inform Energence, what did you expect? You are competitors. Would she inform you and tip her hand?”
Rose’s face turned cold after hearing this, and she changed the subject, saying, “I heard the conversation just now. Are you investigating your mother’s enemies?”
Flynn nodded, wanting to talk to someone in particular. His mouth opened, but he swallowed his words, waving his hand instead.
“It’s getting late. Go home and rest. You don’t need to wait for the police record. They will handle the matter fully.”
After saying that, he turned and left the factory area.
Rose watched Flynn’s somewhat desolate figure, her mouth opening and closing, but in the end, she remained silent.
Orlando was only lightly injured, and the two of them left in their respective cars.
Before long, the sound of police cars approached from a distance.
Emanuel and Travis hurriedly walked over, followed by more than thirty detectives.
“Brady, you said the King of Poison is dead, right? Where is he? He didn’t fake his death and run away again, did he?” Travis anxiously asked.
“Run away?” Brady looked behind the crowd and smiled bitterly. “Mr. Clark turned him into minced meat with a single kick. There’s no way he could have run!”
When this was said, Travis and the others finally noticed the ground covered in flesh and stood there dumbfounded.
The King of Poison, whom Ostrad had spent a great deal of effort and resources to pursue, a Grandmaster-level expert, was turned into minced meat by Flynn’s kick?!
Travis and Emanuel looked at each other, their admiration for Flynn reaching unprecedented heights!