“Bang!”
Freddie Jenkins knelt rigidly before Flynn.
“Mr. Clark, I was unaware of your presence, please forgive me!” Freddie Jenkins bowed his head.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The scene exploded.
What was happening?
A member of the Jenkins family was kneeling to Flynn!
This was the brother of the Jewelry King, a Martial Arts Grandmaster, kneeling straightforwardly before a young man!
Even Orion Kennedy didn’t have this privilege!
Genevieve Everett watched the scene unfold, her eyelids twitching uncontrollably.
What was going on?
She had known Freddie Jenkins for many years, a man of fierce temperament, fearless and a true martial artist.
Yet now, he knelt without hesitation before Flynn, not daring to raise his head.
His body visibly shook during his apology, clearly out of fear!
The wailing of Vivienne Osborn and others had also stopped; they forced themselves to stand, faces filled with shock. “Mr… Mr. Jenkins, what is this…?”
“Beat them! Beat them to death! Whip them fiercely!”
“Especially this woman, daring to insult Mr. Clark, shred her mouth! Do it now!”
Freddie Jenkins pointed at Vivienne Osborn from afar, roaring.
Damn it!
Such a disaster!
You’ve killed me!
The bodyguards, though still confused, could not hesitate seeing Freddie Jenkins’ uncontrollable rage. They moved in pairs towards Vivienne Osborn, the old lady, and the tea shop owner!
“Slap! Slap! Slap!”
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
The sound of slaps and spring batons striking flesh erupted, along with blood-curdling screams.
“Ah! It hurts, it’s killing me! Stop, please stop!”
“Mr. Jenkins, my grandmother is old, please spare her, stop! Please…”
“Mr. Jenkins, I was wrong, I won’t dare again, don’t hit me, it hurts so much!”
The three pleaded incessantly, writhing in pain on the ground.
The bodyguard relentlessly struck Vivienne Osborn’s plump face, teeth loosening and flying out one by one.
One, two… eight…
The old lady suffered even more, having never endured such torment in her many years.
Everyone knew of her temper; even if she blocked someone’s door and hurled insults, no one dared to confront her harshly.
Fearing the responsibility of a possible death, they avoided it.
But Freddie Jenkins was no ordinary man!
At this moment, the old lady finally experienced the agony of being struck by a spring baton; it was excruciatingly painful!
It felt as if her muscles were being flayed.
“Mr. Jenkins, this is… He hit your people, why are you kneeling to him!” At this moment, Genevieve Everett could no longer remain composed, she quickly approached Freddie Jenkins, attempting to help him up.
Freddie Jenkins remained motionless, still kneeling: “Ms. Everett, please don’t involve yourself in this, Mr. Clark is not someone you can afford to offend.”
You, Genevieve Everett, may hail from Alwood Mountains and be protected by the Heavenly Master’s Path, indeed very impressive.
But even your master’s master’s master would bow his head to Flynn.
“How can it be like this…” Genevieve Everett stiffened, shock appearing in her eyes, slowly releasing her grip.
Wasn’t Flynn just a puppet? How could he frighten Freddie Jenkins like this?
Could the real power behind Rose be him?
But Kendal Roy said the big boss was Nathan.
It was too chaotic!
Genevieve Everett’s mind went blank, utterly unable to comprehend the situation.
“Flynn, stop them, stop them now! This can lead to death!” Molly panicked as she saw the old lady’s flesh split open.
Flynn remained indifferent, his eyes cold.
“Stop, everyone stop!” Seeing Flynn unresponsive, Molly dashed forward and pushed the bodyguards away.
“Mr. Clark…” Freddie Jenkins looked up at Flynn as Molly intervened.
Flynn said indifferently, “Let them stop, and you, get up and speak.”
The bodyguards immediately stepped aside.
Looking at the three individuals, they were covered in blood, no longer resembling humans.
Vivienne Osborn’s already large face had turned into a purple-black disc, blood continuously flowing from her mouth, her speech unclear.
The old lady’s clothes were torn into strips, her body soaked in blood as she crawled towards Vivienne Osborn, no longer possessing her earlier malice.
The milk tea shop owner lay straight on the ground, his back a bloody mess, the wounds so deep his bones were visible, his chest the only sign he was still alive.
Everyone gasped, and when they looked at Flynn again, only shock remained in their eyes.
This young man was actually a big shot!
With more influence than Freddie Jenkins!
Incredible!
Vivienne Osborn and the others had hit a wall.
No! Not a wall, but a mountain!
You can’t provoke him?
And you want to jump the queue?
You say he bullies the weak and fears the strong?
Is Freddie Jenkins tough? Still, he kneels!
You want him to kneel and cripple his arm?
Go on, say it again!
The two acquaintances of Vivienne Osborn and her grandson felt the most satisfied, as the neighborhood had long suffered under them!
Even the middle-aged man’s father had once been insulted into unconsciousness by the old lady!
What goes around comes around!
Proud for most of their lives, fallen today, it seems the old lady won’t get out of bed for the rest of her life!
Satisfying!
Truly satisfying!
Evil meets its own end!
And Genevieve Everett, with her high and mighty attitude, speaking down to everyone as if she could easily crush them.
Now what?
The joke is on you!
“Can I leave now?” Flynn turned to Genevieve Everett and said indifferently.
Genevieve Everett snapped out of her daze, her body shaking as she looked at Flynn, her expression completely changed.
No longer arrogant, only endlessly bewildered and shocked.
Now she understood why Molly had advised her.
She was afraid I’d lose face!
But I didn’t listen.
And lost all my dignity here.
Genevieve Everett’s face flushed, but she soon said coldly, “When you’re free, let’s spar in Martial Arts.”
Her meaning was clear, you have connections, but I’m not afraid of you in Martial Arts.
The lost face, I’ll reclaim it sooner or later!
Flynn didn’t respond, not caring about such an ant.
Today, for Molly’s sake, he spared this woman.
But if she bothers him again, she’ll get a slap to death!
“Bitch, I don’t care how you do it, as long as Mr. Clark is still angry, you’re done!” Freddie Jenkins furiously shouted at Vivienne Osborn.
Vivienne Osborn was stunned, a cold glint flashing in her eyes, she said coldly, “Mr. Jenkins wants me to apologize? Impossible!”
Now it was Freddie Jenkins’ turn to be stunned, he said gravely, “You don’t want to work anymore?”
“I quit then, I quit! Today, I’m going to kill this damned man!” Vivienne Osborn said with a cold smirk, very determined.
Her attitude made everyone frown, not understanding what Vivienne Osborn meant.
Flynn, however, remained expressionless, the coldness in his eyes intensifying.
Vivienne Osborn ignored Freddie Jenkins and looked at Flynn with a cold smirk, “You think by subduing Freddie Jenkins, you’ve won?”
“Far from it!”
With that, she took out her phone and dialed a number!