Harold was slapped by Flynn, sending him flying over ten meters. If not for his Grandmaster physique, he would have likely died on the spot.
Despite this, his brain swam with dizziness, and his neck was injured.
Upon hearing Flynn’s words, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and he coldly said, “Isaac? What Isaac? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Flynn frowned, “Oh, so you’re their leader?”
Harold didn’t respond, but his eyes betrayed him, admitting the truth.
Flynn’s expression turned grave as he said, “I know assassins have their rules, preferring death over betraying their client’s secrets.”
“But what you don’t know is that being in my hands, if you choose not to speak, it will be worse than death!”
With that, Flynn took out a silver needle and stabbed it into Harold’s shoulder.
“A needle can save a life, or take it.”
“This acupuncture point strengthens the lungs and stomach.”
“If I channel a stream of Inner Strength through the silver needle and then seal this point, you’ll feel like you have pneumoconiosis, barely breathing even a little bit of air.”
“This won’t kill you, but it will make you wish you were dead.”
“The feeling of your brain suffocating from lack of oxygen is not pleasant.”
As Flynn spoke, he channeled Inner Strength into Harold’s Zhongfu acupoint and then sealed it with the needle.
Harold immediately began to breathe rapidly, gasping with his mouth wide open, but his lungs could not get any air, causing him to suffocate.
It was like being trapped in a thick sea of oil, his heart pounding wildly, and a deep fear taking root inside him.
“Still won’t talk? Fine! I don’t believe they are all as tough as you!” Seeing Harold’s stubbornness, Flynn had no time to waste.
One by one, he treated the members of the Black Mamba squad similarly, channeling a trace of Inner Strength into their acupoints before sealing them.
Soon, the energy wreaked havoc inside them, obstructing their blood flow and overloading their hearts and lungs, leading to failure.
Combined with the pain in their spines, they were in extreme discomfort.
The suffocating fear was enough to break anyone, and finally, a Caucasian member couldn’t take it anymore and said hoarsely, “We were only responsible for escorting Isaac, we don’t know his purpose in coming to Ostrad!”
“Where is he headed?” Flynn asked coldly.
“169 Wuanfield Boulevard, Pelens city.”
After hearing this, Flynn unsealed the man’s acupoint.
The man’s complexion quickly improved.
Having done all this, Flynn looked around and asked indifferently, “Anything else you’d like to say?”
The Black Mamba squad shook their heads with pleading eyes, clearly indicating they knew nothing more.
Just then, the sound of car engines roared nearby.
Four cars appeared and quickly stopped in front of the small building.
Flynn instantly became alert, but before he could act, his phone rang.
Nathan?
Flynn turned down the volume and answered the call.
“Mr. Clark, are you still in Northview? The Black Mamba squad is here too! We’ve tracked them down!”
“We are now in front of a two-story building, and there seems to have been a shootout.”
Relieved, Flynn said, “I’m in the dense woods behind the building, and the people you mentioned are here too.”
After speaking, he took a powerful flashlight from one of the assassins and flashed it towards the building.
Nathan followed the light and joined Flynn, followed by eight imposing men.
“Grandmaster?” Flynn frowned slightly.
“Mr. Clark!” All eight Grandmasters bowed deeply, their expressions exceedingly respectful.
They had learned of Flynn’s identity from Nathan and were deeply shocked and respectful from the bottom of their hearts.
Flynn nodded.
Nathan glanced at the paralyzed assassins and explained, “After coming to Pelens, the National Security Bureau brought in eight Grandmasters.”
“They are all under my command now.”
“When we learned that the Black Mamba squad had come to Niarak, we followed them.”
“Are you looking for them too?”
Flynn nodded, a chill in his voice, “Braiden and Maximo kidnapped Rose and Scarlet. I came to rescue them and just recognized these assassins.”
“What? Do Braiden and Maximo have a death wish?” Anger surged through Nathan, a sense of impending storm filling him.
Flynn was not deeply involved in his private life, but he knew the significance of Rose and Scarlet in his heart.
One could say that Flynn’s trip to Niarak, besides repaying his debt to the Kaur family, was primarily to help Rose.
As for Scarlet, she was Flynn’s forbidden treasure, untouchable by others.
Now, Braiden and Maximo had dared to interfere, and it seemed their time was up!
Nathan shook his head, thinking that Braiden and his comrade were truly courting death.
Living well and enjoying the pleasures brought by money wasn’t enough for them; they had to provoke Flynn.
Were they even in a position to provoke him?
“169 Wuanfield Boulevard, Pelens city.”
“That’s the address of the biologist, Dr. Isaac. Find and monitor him.”
“Find out who invited him here and what his purpose in Ostrad is!”
“He is very important to me; I hope your people are careful not to alarm him,” Flynn commanded with an undeniable authority in his voice.
Isaac and the King of Poison were both renowned poison experts. After the death of the King of Poison, Isaac had immediately come to Ostrad.
Flynn had a hunch that Isaac and the King of Poison were from the same faction, and they were brewing a monumental secret.
This man was a crucial breakthrough.
Nathan nodded, assuring, “Mr. Clark, rest assured, we will not alert the target.”
“This matter is in your hands; I do not want them leaving Ostrad alive!” Flynn left these cold words behind as he walked away from the forest.
“Who were those people going up the mountain just now?” Molly asked suspiciously as Flynn approached.
“People from the National Security Bureau,” Flynn replied, squatting beside Rose.
Molly, a skilled medic, had revived Rose with silver needles while Flynn dealt with the Black Mamba squad.
Flynn checked Rose’s pulse.
Her vital energy was disordered and weak, her face pale as paper, lips cracked and purple, breathing feeble, and her clothes soaked in blood; she seemed to have lost half her life, utterly drained of strength.
“Flynn, you came to save us.”
“I thought I wouldn’t survive today… Scarlet, are you alright? I’ve dragged you into this, cough cough…”
Rose struggled to raise her right hand, grasping Flynn’s tightly, her severe coughing perhaps due to excitement or her frail condition.
Seeing Rose’s pitiful state, Scarlet, possibly shaken by their recent perilous experience or out of pity, began to cry.
“Ms. Sharp, we’re friends, it doesn’t matter about dragging you into this; it’s good that everyone is safe, sob sob…”
“Flynn, those beasts from the Eight Extremities School are not even human. They were instructed by Maximo and Braiden to rape us before killing us.”
“Ms. Sharp slapped one of them three times, causing his ears to bleed.”
“She also kicked her in the lower abdomen, and that kick was too harsh…”
Hearing Scarlet’s account, Molly’s face darkened like storm clouds, her fists clenched tightly.
Rape followed by murder, and even taking nude photos?
Could a branch chief, a Grandmaster do such a thing?
Could a CEO of a publicly traded company, once worth billions, do such a thing?
Worse than trash!
Scum!
Beasts!
“Mr. Clark!”
At that moment, a Grandmaster brought by Nathan approached with a walkie-talkie:
“The Black Mamba squad has been completely eliminated; we are handling the aftermath.”
“Braiden just contacted this walkie-talkie; we did not respond.”
“Shall we help you take him out?”
Just then, Braiden’s voice came over the walkie-talkie.
“Mr. Harold, have you finished on your end? Mr. Harold, please respond if you hear this.”
Flynn’s face turned icy, his eyes emitting a chilling brilliance as if to freeze the whole world.
“No need, I’ll handle this myself.” He took the phone, turned on the speaker, and spoke into it:
“Your Mr. Harold is already dead, and Maximo is there too, right? Let him speak.”
“Flynn, you’re not dead?!” Braiden’s voice came through, shocked, followed by a long silence.
After a while, Maximo spoke.
“Mr. Clark, did you need something?”
Maximo sounded calm, with a hint of mockery.
Clearly, he was not panicking.
“Now it’s eight o’clock; I give you and Braiden four hours to gather all your resources and connections.”
“Remember, bring everything you’ve got because after I finish treating Rose’s injuries, at midnight, I’m coming to kill you!”