Humiliation!
The ultimate provocation!
“Shameless!” Mr. Takada was nearly exploding with rage.
Bartholomew Quinn was so furious he felt dizzy.
Flynn had insulted his ancestors!
They would have sent Vivienne Osborn to sleep with them, and Bartholomew Quinn would have gladly cleaned her up and sent her over with a smile, even asking afterward if they were satisfied.
Flynn dared to call Wakasa’s father a maggot. What did that make him?
How could they tolerate that?
Bartholomew Quinn was even angrier than Mr. Takada. Grinding his teeth, he said to Flynn, “You damn cur, you deserve to die. Apologize to Mr. Takada now, apologize!”
Blinded by anger, he rushed up to Flynn and started cursing.
However, Flynn quickly grabbed his wrist and a chilling smile appeared on his face.
“Crack!”
“Crack!”
“Crack!”
Before Bartholomew Quinn could react, a severe pain spread from his left hand throughout his body.
Flynn had crushed his entire left arm!
Crushed it inch by inch!
It was like boneless, shredded chicken!
The pain!
The horror!
The shock!
“Ah! My hand! My hand! Flynn, you bastard, how dare you do this to me? Mr. Takada, please kill him, kill him!” Bartholomew Quinn was in so much pain that he was jumping around, his face contorted in agony.
The onlookers gasped at the scene.
Bartholomew Quinn’s entire left arm dangled lifelessly, with shattered bone fragments piercing through the skin and clothes, blood streaming down. The pain was almost unbearable!
“Ah! Ah! Ah!!” Vivienne Osborn’s heart nearly burst open, her bulging eyes now almost popping out of their sockets.
Mr. Takada was stunned.
He hadn’t expected Flynn to have such strength, to easily crush a man’s arm.
It was unbelievable that the whole process was as quick as lightning, taking less than three seconds, leaving Bartholomew Quinn’s left arm a mangled mess!
“Ah! Ah! Ah… Bartholomew Quinn was our hope for wealth and prosperity, Flynn, you little wretch, how dare you treat him like this?”
The old lady also screamed.
Her blood pressure skyrocketed.
Bartholomew Quinn had a wife, and Vivienne Osborn had worked hard to become his mistress, with the whole family depending on his prosperity.
And Flynn had just crippled his arm?
Cruel!
Explosive!
Completely inhumane!
They were all furious.
Molly could only shake her head.
When Flynn was angry, the area within a hundred meters around him was a no-go zone. Bartholomew Quinn should have kept his distance and not provoked him, but he did, and the outcome was predictable.
Today’s incident had blown up.
But she couldn’t control Flynn.
Scarlet had said before, Flynn was a stubborn mule. He would reason with you, give you time to reflect, and if you admitted your mistake and apologized in the middle, he would not pursue further.
But if you kept making trouble, you would suffer his merciless wrath.
“Let go of Bartholomew Quinn! Let him go right now!” Mr. Takada recovered and shouted, “Bartholomew Quinn is our man from Komatsu Conglomerate, and you’ve crushed his arm. I will tear you to pieces…”
“Crack!”
Before he could finish his sentence, another bone-cracking sound was heard.
Flynn slapped Bartholomew Quinn’s lower back, breaking his spine.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! I can’t feel my lower body!” Bartholomew Quinn’s eyes filled with endless terror.
He knew what this meant.
Incontinent and unable to walk, his life was over!
Vivienne Osborn’s eyes split wide open, blood rushed to her brain, causing dizziness.
The old lady’s blood pressure completely exploded, and she spat out a mouthful of old blood, sitting on the ground with a vacant look in her eyes.
They were not pained for Bartholomew Quinn, but for the position of the general representative of Komatsu Conglomerate!
Bartholomew Quinn was their hope for soaring to great heights, but now paralyzed from the waist down, he could no longer fulfill that role!
This also meant that their path to riches was severed!
“You are worse than pigs and dogs!” Flynn said, and like tossing a dead dog, he threw Bartholomew Quinn seven or eight meters away.
“Kill him, kill him!” Mr. Takada’s eyes were bloodshot, his knuckles cracking loudly as he clenched his fists.
Five Grandmaster bodyguards sprang into action, charging directly at Flynn.
They were Mr. Takada’s loyal death warriors.
Their aura was wildly brutal, bloodthirsty and savage.
The surrounding crowd gasped in shock, squeezing out a sweat for Flynn.
Everyone thought he had infuriated the Wakasa Consortium and today was definitely his end.
Many closed their eyes, unwilling to witness the bloody scene that was to follow.
Flynn stood his ground, fearless, facing his opponents.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
“…”
After five loud bangs, the five Grandmaster bodyguards were sent flying in all directions, crashing heavily to the ground, unconscious without even a groan.
Flynn still stood there, not having moved an inch.
“What happened?” asked the shocked crowd who had closed their eyes.
Those who hadn’t closed their eyes were baffled: “I… I don’t know, it seemed like that young man just slapped them away!”
Flynn’s movements were as fast as lightning, rewarding each of the five Grandmasters with a slap.
The scene fell eerily silent.
Vivienne Osborn’s facial muscles twitched uncontrollably as she stood frozen in place.
Wasn’t Flynn supposed to be turned into mincemeat?
How was he standing there unscathed, while the five Grandmasters had fainted?
This young man, how could his martial arts be so formidable, even surpassing Grandmasters?
Countless questions surged in her mind, leaving her brain blank.
“Good! Kill… hmm? This…” The old lady was loudly shouting, eager to see Flynn die gruesomely.
But in the blink of an eye, she saw the five Grandmasters flung away.
A single slap had knocked them unconscious on the ground.
Their bodies were hardened from training!
How strong was that slap?
Mr. Takada watched the scene in disbelief, stunned.
No wonder this guy was so confident; his martial arts were indeed formidable.
A Great Grandmaster?
In Niarak, a place as small as a bullet, how could there be such a powerful warrior?
“Kneel in the center of the street,” Flynn said indifferently, glancing at him emotionlessly.
“You want me to kneel?” Mr. Takada’s face changed dramatically, he said coldly: “Do you know who I am? I am…”
“Slap!”
Flynn slapped him across the face, sending him flying to the center of the street, face down on the ground.
Blood gushed from his nose, his face covered in dust.
“Just kneel down quickly, stop your nonsense!” Flynn said impatiently, turning to Vivienne Osborn and commanding:
“Go over and hit his face with the sole of your shoe a hundred times, hard each time.”
“Otherwise, your fate will be the same as your husband’s.”
What?
Vivienne Osborn was stunned.
The people of Wakasa were her masters!
How could she strike her master’s face?
“You want me to kneel? Slap my face? Okay!” Mr. Takada laughed then, his face terrifyingly fierce:
“You have no idea who you’ve offended. The Komatsu Conglomerate has invested countless amounts in Ostrad.”
“Which province we invest in, don’t they treat us with high regard?”
“You’ve now assaulted a high-ranking foreign guest, escalating this to an international incident.”
“I just messaged Rocco Spencer; his secretary is currently surveying Niarak and will be here soon.”
“I don’t even need my own country to take action; your countrymen will take care of you!”