Dennis’s agonizing screams echoed hauntingly through the mountains, sounding utterly terrifying.
His followers stared dumbfounded, their faces twisted with malevolence as they glared at Flynn and shouted threats.
“He knew full well our boss is Mr. Goff’s guest’s son, yet he dared to strike him down hard, showing no respect for the Eight Extremities School! This is a blatant provocation!”
“I’ve already called Mr. Santana. He’s bringing people over right now! You’re done for! No one crosses the Eight Extremities School and gets away with it, not even a god without losing a layer of skin!”
“A problem that could have been settled with 30 million dollars, and you had to push it. The Eight Extremities School will never let this go, not even for 300 million dollars! The Eight Extremities School is untouchable!”
Ordinary thugs would have been terrified by Flynn’s ferocity, but Dennis’s young gang, buoyed by their connection to the Eight Extremities School, were not easily frightened.
They knew that even if Flynn was arrogant, once Maverick Santana arrived with his experts, Flynn would have no choice but to submit.
Molly frowned as she listened to the young thugs’ bluster.
Flynn, capable of taking on ten opponents and winning so effortlessly, must have profound martial arts skills, likely not far from her own.
It’s a pity he was so impulsive, a true brute.
Dennis was Mr. Goff’s guest’s son. Flynn’s heavy-handed approach was bound to invite revenge.
A few slaps might have sufficed; crippling Dennis almost to death was certainly excessive.
The Eight Extremities School was an organization not even the Spencer family dared to offend lightly, given their head, Ronald, was a Great Grandmaster, with eighteen Grandmasters under him.
Could Flynn’s confidence stem from being a God of War?
But if he thoroughly angered the Eight Extremities School, would even the God of War assist him?
No one in the whole of Shipmeda State dared to provoke the notorious organization lightly.
Cruz would surely sacrifice the pawn to save the king, unconcerned with Flynn’s fate.
Flynn was too confident.
Rose was also shocked, worry flashing in her eyes as she scolded Flynn:
“Why did you have to hit him so hard? Couldn’t you wait for Kendal to handle it?”
“Making a scene like this benefits us in no way!”
She had emphasized many times before; now was a critical moment for Energence Pharmaceuticals, and they should avoid antagonizing the Eight Extremities School.
But Flynn, heedless, had gone ahead and broken Dennis’s ribs.
Such rashness could spoil great plans!
“Wait for Kendal?” Flynn scoffed in response, “Did you call Kendal right after you got off the phone with Harriet?”
“An hour has passed. If she really wanted to help, she should have been here by now.”
“Where is she?”
“Some things, if you endure, doesn’t mean the other party will let you off!”
Rose sighed.
Flynn’s words were not without reason.
Since the Eight Extremities School had initiated trouble, daring to demand a toll of 30 million dollars, it was clear they weren’t going to let the matter slide.
Even if she conceded, they would continue to cause problems.
Moreover, the cargo wasn’t even worth 30 million dollars; how could Rose agree to their demands?
Kendal, I tripled the price of the raw materials for you, making you a fortune, and this is how you repay me?
A cold expression crossed Rose’s face as her gaze drifted into the distance.
Deep down, she still hoped Kendal would intervene.
Then, a black Land Rover suddenly appeared nearby.
Followed by twenty or more seven-seater SUVs, they kicked up a cloud of dust as the convoy lined up and headed their way.
The engines roared mightily.
“Is the second in command here?” Rose’s spirits lifted.
Dennis, however, cursed through gritted teeth, “Are you blind? Kendal drives a Mercedes, it’s my dad who has the Land Rover!”
“Wait and see! Southridge Mountain will be your graveyard!”
“Especially Rose’s two dogs, I’ll make sure you suffer before you die!”
As he ranted, the black Land Rover pulled up close, and the off-road vehicles blocked the road thoroughly.
A middle-aged man with a full beard jumped down from the Land Rover.
The doors of the off-road vehicles swung open simultaneously, and countless men in black emerged, quickly gathering behind the bearded man.
Looking around, it was a sea of heads, totaling over a hundred and forty people.
Holding batons, their faces filled with lethal intent, their aura ferociously powerful.
“Inner Strength practitioners!” Molly was taken aback.
Half of these men were Inner Strength practitioners!
Though only atthe early stages, they were far beyond the capabilities of ordinary Outer Force practitioners or typical family bodyguards.
Seventy Inner Strength practitioners combined, she was no match for them!
Harriet, looking at the overwhelming crowd, clung tightly to Flynn’s clothes, whispering fearfully:
“… Flynn, what do we do now? There are so many of them, and they look so fierce!”
“It’s nothing, just some small fry, let Molly handle it,” Flynn reassured with a smile.
Molly, hearing this, was nearly driven mad.
Handle it?
You keep using me like this?
With half of the 140 people being Inner Strength practitioners, you want me to handle it?
I’ll handle you!
Rose spoke sternly, “From now on, Flynn and Miss George, no more reckless use of force. I’ll handle this!”
Maverick, standing in front of his vehicle, scanned the crowd, his gaze finally resting on Dennis. His eyes widened fiercely as he rushed over.
“My son, what happened to you?” He attempted to help Dennis up, but Dennis spat out blood and screamed in agony:
“Ow! Don’t touch! It hurts! I’ve broken five ribs, and my stomach and lungs are also injured…”
Boom!
Maverick, seeing his son in such a state, exploded in rage.
He gently laid his son back down and slowly stood up, his eyes sweeping over Rose and her group with clenched teeth.
“Who hurt my son? Step forward!”
His voice carried an endless killing intent.
Whish-
His subordinates’ gaze also landed on Rose and her group.
A chilling cold descended from the sky, making Harriet shiver with fear.
“I did,” Flynn said calmly.
Maverick’s gaze fixed on Flynn, his voice icy, “Do you know who he is my son? Do you know who I am?”
“Answer me!”
His roar was like a tiger’s howl, causing everyone’s ears to ring painfully.
His men trembled internally, gripping their batons tighter.
Maverick, as Maximo’s guest and a strategist, rarely showed his anger.
The last time he was this angry was three years ago, and the result was a young man from a wealthy family paralyzed in bed.
His family went bankrupt under the pressure from the Eight Extremities School.
And the cause of the incident was just a few disrespectful words from the young man to Maverick, who then spilled tea on him.
Dennis was Mr. Santana’s only son, now severely injured by Flynn. Maverick was bound to unleash his fury!
Flynn’s expression cooled, ignoring Maverick’s rage and turning to Molly:
“Mr. Santana coming here to resolve the issue is welcome.”
“But I dislike the way he speaks.”
“Go slap him!”
This statement shocked everyone present.
Maverick’s men erupted in anger.
This guy must be insane!
We brought so many people, nearly the entire Niarak branch of the Eight Extremities School. Even a Grandmaster facing seventy Inner Strength practitioners would think twice.
And this young man is ordering his subordinate to slap Mr. Santana?
Molly was so infuriated she almost choked, glaring at Flynn and retorting:
“Do I look like a bodyguard to you? If you want to slap him, go do it yourself! You’re overstepping your bounds!”
She was fed up with being dragged into these messes. Flynn kept making use of her!
If you can’t handle it, don’t stir up trouble!
Now that such a mess has been made, you still expect me to clean it up? No way!
I won’t lift a finger, just to see how you beg me!