Trusova glanced at the wailing crowd on the ground, feeling anxious.
Flynn’s Martial Arts was formidable, and he also knew Edwin. He was well-respected in Niarak.
But Ismael’s backer was the Governor’s son!
Would Mr. Spencer let Flynn off the hook?
Could he escape unscathed after publicly accusing Jaylin’s company online?
When Flynn heard the name “Jaylin,” his eyebrows raised slightly, and he shook his head.
He had a very poor impression of Jaylin.
Arrogant, unruly, a typical second-generation official.
He couldn’t engage in business while being in politics, but he didn’t expect Jaylin to have the same character as Bryant and have a company behind the scenes.
However, it was well-hidden and wouldn’t show up unless it was a significant matter.
That’s why Ismael hesitated to bring Jaylin into the picture unless it was absolutely necessary.
Rocco was an upright man, but he ended up with a son like that, which was regrettable.
Seeing Flynn silent, Ismael’s face filled with a mocking expression. He struggled to sit up and grinned.
“Names Clark, the mad will bring calamity, the mad will bring rain. You’re completely finished now!”
“Mr. Spencer is bringing experts to deal with you. Can you still be so arrogant?”
“Hmph, you’re just a dog of the God of War. Once Mr. Spencer gets rid of you, Cruz won’t have a word to say!”
“Hahaha, Mr. Spencer is my backer. He won’t come easily. If you force me to take action, don’t blame anyone else!”
“Smack!”
As Ismael continued his incessant chatter, Flynn slapped him, sending him crashing to the ground.
He rolled three times before coming to a stop, his cervical vertebrae feeling like they were broken, his brain buzzing, and his molars flying out.
“Blabbering endlessly. Did I give you permission to speak?” Flynn said with a displeased expression.
Trusova, seeing Flynn’s murderous aura, just like when she followed him at Phoenix Manor, quickly pleaded with Flynn, “Mr. Clark, thank you for helping me so many times. I can never repay you in this lifetime.”
“But I don’t want to live in fear anymore, and I don’t want to bring trouble to you!”
“If you’re going to help Ms. Sharp, let it be my wretched life at stake. There’s no need to jeopardize your future!”
“Please stop and leave quickly!”
After saying this, she knelt before Kseniya.
“Today, I’ll take full responsibility. You can punish me however you want, but please spare Mr. Clark and spare my father.”
She burst into tears.
For the past five years, she had fled from thousands of miles away to Ostrad.
She worked hard to study, to escape the nightmare of that day, to forget the past and live cautiously.
She thought she could live a peaceful life, take root in Ostrad, but the Bazayev family still found her here.
She could keep hiding, but what about her father? He was already in his sixties and couldn’t withstand the turmoil!
Kseniya coldly looked at her. “If you had said this from the beginning, I might have agreed.”
“But after what Flynn did to Mr. Cox, do you think he can walk away?”
Upon hearing this, Trusova couldn’t help but feel despair.
“There is no distinction between noble and lowly. No matter how great the difficulties, one must hold their head high. You’re not wrong; it’s them who should be kneeling and apologizing.”
Flynn could sense Trusova’s inner insecurity. He helped her up and sat her on the sofa, earnestly comforting her.
Trusova felt a warmth in her heart. At least now, when Kseniya bullied her, there was someone who would stand by her side.
“No distinction between noble and lowly? What a joke!” Kseniya sneered upon hearing this.
“Don’t think Mr. Cox’s call was just an empty threat!”
“When Mr. Spencer arrives, and you kneel before him, begging and crying for mercy, then you’ll know if there’s a distinction between noble and lowly!”
“With the word of the powerful, they can take your life. Tell me, is there a distinction between noble and lowly among people?”
“Wuwuwu… I’m sorry, Mr. Clark. I’ve caused trouble for you, I’m sorry…” Trusova cried even harder upon hearing these words, tightly embracing Flynn and continuously apologizing.
Flynn was caught off guard and felt two soft things pressed against his chest, trembling from the non-stop sobbing.
Kseniya sneered at this, mocking, “How touching! Look at your hands, unable to let go of that wretched man’s back, right?”
“Since Mr. Spencer hasn’t arrived yet, shall I let you two have a rendezvous in the bedroom? Hehe, I’m afraid this wretched man won’t satisfy you!”
Upon hearing this, Flynn supported Trusova’s body, gave Kseniya a cold glance, and swiftly approached her.
“Smack!”
A slap landed, causing Kseniya to flip in the air like a kite with a broken string and crash onto the ground.
Her right cheek intimately met the ground, nearly dislocating her jaw, and her mouth filled with a hot, bloody taste.
“Sharing Ismael’s disease, waiting for Jaylin? Then wait quietly! Why disturb me with your babbling?”
“And another thing! Can’t even Jesus save you? Have you forgotten this is Ostrad?”
“Get out of here immediately!”
Flynn impatiently finished speaking, wearing a displeased expression on his face.
“Madman! This man is a madman!”
Ismael and the others, seeing Kseniya being beaten, realized that Flynn was insane and feared he would continue his assault. They crawled towards the exit.
At that moment, footsteps could be heard in the corridor.
The sound was rhythmic, neither fast nor slow, but heavy and powerful, suggesting the presence of seven or eight people.
“This damn place is really hard to find, so many twists and turns… Huh? You guys… why are you all crawling out?” Jaylin’s voice echoed in the corridor, carrying a hint of surprise.
“Mr. Spencer has arrived! Mr. Spencer is really here!”
“Can’t Jesus handle it? Mr. Spencer has come! Damn it!”
“For such a trivial matter to disturb Mr. Spencer, it’s truly deserving of death! Let’s see how Mr. Spencer deals with him!”
The people crawling in the corridor cursed and complained, reaching out to support themselves on the ground, struggling to stand up.
“Miss Kseniya?” Jaylin saw Kseniya holding onto the door frame, her right cheek swollen and purple, and couldn’t help but be taken aback.
Brady and the other experts saw the sorry state everyone was in and their faces darkened. They stood by Jaylin’s side, vigilant in all directions.
Kseniya addressed Jaylin, saying, “Mr. Spencer, that lunatic broke Mr. Cox’s leg and slapped me.”
“Ismael is your loyal subordinate, and my family has made significant contributions to the development of Shipmeda State with many investments. You must stand up for us!”
Ismael added, “Mr. Spencer, our company’s anchor has had conflicts with Kseniya. Five years ago, in Achela…”
“No need to tell me all this!” Jaylin raised his hand to stop him, squinting his eyes, emitting a chilling aura.
“The Bazayev family has come from afar to invest. Even if that woman so much as touched a hair on Miss Kseniya’s head, she won’t get away with it!”
“And as for the helper who beat you like this, he won’t live through today!”
“Miss Kseniya, rest assured, I will give you a satisfactory resolution today!”