“Wait and see, Rocco Spencer’s secretary will be here soon, and then we’ll see how the province deals with you after you’ve struck me, a distinguished foreign guest!”
Mr. Takada wiped the blood from his mouth with a clean handkerchief, looking at Flynn with a cold smirk.
The onlookers shook their heads, feeling that Flynn had indeed been too harsh.
Although Bartholomew Quinn, a traitorous cur that bites the hand that feeds, deserved scorn and punishment, crippling him had perhaps gone too far.
Vivienne Osborn and the old lady had previously been beaten to the point of severe bruising.
Keep in mind, Vivienne Osborn had already acquired citizenship of Wakasa, and now Flynn had slapped Mr. Takada away with a single blow. This incident could be considered a minor brawl at least, but at worst, it might provoke an international incident.
After all, Mr. Takada was backed by the Komatsu Conglomerate and had close ties with the government of Shipmeda State. It was said that he had invested ten billion dollars in Shipmeda State, building two pharmaceutical plants.
He had provided Shipmeda State with a hundred thousand jobs, generating over five hundred million dollars in annual tax revenue.
Such a distinguished guest would be highly valued by the authorities; Flynn must have some nerve, considering even Freddie Jenkins would cower. But the person coming soon was the provincial secretary, representing the Governor’s will!
No matter how extraordinary your martial arts or how strong your connections, you can’t confront a senior official head-on.
Even the most exceptional martial arts or connections can’t defy the will of a nation.
The Dragonguard was established to suppress exceptional demons; it consisted entirely of formidable old monsters, each capable of subduing dozens of Greater Sovereigns!
Molly was also distressed. Today, Flynn had really stirred up trouble, and even if his uncle admired him, escalating this to an international incident might be beyond his uncle’s ability to protect Flynn.
What to do now!
This fool is really worrisome.
Who would have thought buying a cup of milk tea could lead to such a disaster.
If only he knew, he would never have bought that damned milk tea!
A milk tea incident leads to trouble sufficient to ensnare Flynn…
Upon hearing that the provincial secretary was coming, the old lady grew arrogant again: “Good, very good! Mr. Takada must avenge Bartholomew Quinn! Kill this brute! I want him dead! Dead!”
Crippling Bartholomew Quinn, in her eyes, was no different from desecrating her ancestors’ graves.
It had cut off a major source of income for her entire family!
Her children and relatives were successful largely because of their connection to Bartholomew Quinn!
Her arrogance and domineering nature in retirement were mostly due to this nephew-in-law!
Now that Bartholomew Quinn was severely disabled, her entire family’s future looked bleak!
How could the old lady not be furious?
“Damn it! This despicable man must die! He must be severely punished, doomed to irreparable ruin!” Vivienne Osborn also said furiously, her blood boiling.
She was of average looks, and had helped Bartholomew Quinn steal many corporate secrets from pharmaceutical companies, which eventually led her to rise as his mistress.
After all her efforts, Bartholomew Quinn had finally gained significant recognition from the Komatsu Conglomerate, and her family was about to enjoy a prosperous life in Wakasa.
At this crucial moment, Flynn had personally crippled Bartholomew Quinn!
Vivienne Osborn wished she could eat Flynn alive and drink his blood!
Flynn turned to Vivienne Osborn, clearly impatient, and said, “Aren’t you going to slap this man?”
His words drove everyone mad.
What was he thinking?
Flynn clearly didn’t take Mr. Takada’s words seriously at all!
Shouldn’t he be thinking of ways to minimize the situation, contacting his political connections, instead of being ready to slap Mr. Takada a hundred more times?
“You, you, you… Don’t be arrogant, I will never slap Mr. Takada!”
“I’m telling you, if you strike again, it will be an added crime!”
Vivienne Osborn warned incoherently, finally realizing the kind of temper Flynn had. This man was impervious to reason!
“Unwilling?” Flynn glanced coldly at Bartholomew Quinn and said indifferently, “Do you plan to end up like him?”
Mr. Takada immediately glared and exclaimed, “Madam, don’t listen to him; the secretary will be here soon, and I don’t believe he’ll dare to lay a hand on me!”
“Once you deal with this thug, I’ll let you join the Komatsu Conglomerate and give you a senior position. Don’t listen to him, don’t!”
The old lady also shouted, “Vivienne, you must not do this! The Yamato Dynasty is your faith. If you strike him, you can forget about joining Wakasa for the rest of your life.”
“You’ll never breathe the sweet air again, never be able to serve the Yamato Dynasty.”
Vivienne Osborn stiffened.
She was an extreme egoist, and from what she saw of Flynn’s actions, this man was truly capable of crippling her!
Compared to not being able to obtain Wakasa nationality, spending the latter half of her life bedridden was obviously more terrifying.
With this thought, tears streaming down her face, Vivienne Osborn took off her flat shoes.
Her heart ached!
Mr. Takada was her master!
Even closer than her own father.
When Mr. Takada spat on the ground, she almost wanted to rush over and lick it clean.
Now she had to slap her own father – was this not asking for her life?
But if she didn’t slap Mr. Takada, she would be bedridden for life.
“Flynn, can you wait for Penelope to come, please?” Molly stepped forward and pleaded.
She naturally despised Mr. Takada’s arrogance and felt no sympathy for Vivienne Osborn and the others.
But if Flynn continued his madness, Uncle Rocco Spencer would only be put in a more difficult position!
Flynn didn’t even look at her, but stared directly at Vivienne Osborn and said, “Aren’t you going to do it?”
“Mr. Takada, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please forgive me, wuu wuu…”
“Smack, smack, smack!”
Tears streaming down her face, Vivienne Osborn swung her flat shoe at Mr. Takada’s face.
Back and forth.
Just like Freddie Jenkins’ bodyguard had slapped her, she alternated hands in a continuous rhythm.
The slaps of the flat shoe made Mr. Takada’s face resound with smacks.
Soon, Mr. Takada’s face was swollen terribly, and a molar flew out, blood splattering with the rhythm of the flat shoes.
The scene fell silent.
For everyone, the sight of a sycophant striking their master was satisfying, yet they were worried about Flynn’s actions.
A moment of satisfaction could lead to massive trouble.
Flynn was very likely to be arrested and thrown into jail!
The family would also face retaliation from the Komatsu Conglomerate!
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
Vivienne Osborn kept apologizing, but her hands with the flat shoes didn’t stop.
She knew her future was doomed.
She had offended Freddie Jenkins, her husband had lost his position, and now she had offended Mr. Takada…
Vivienne Osborn was in agony, feeling worse than if she had been killed, and even regretting why she had gotten involved with Flynn.
Even if she managed to recover her reputation later, she could no longer connect with Mr. Takada, her Wakasa father.
The old lady collapsed on the ground, unable to utter a word, her eyes blank and lifeless.
Being a dog requires the resolve of a dog, even if one is in peril, one must protect the master at all costs.
Even death was a worthy sacrifice.
This was called loyalty.
Vivienne Osborn, in order to survive, chose to slap Mr. Takada, effectively burning all her bridges.
Mr. Takada would no longer help her.
“Smack!”
After delivering a hundred slaps, Vivienne Osborn, exhausted, dropped her flat shoe to the ground and collapsed beside it.
Mr. Takada’s face was now unrecognizable, swollen like a purple yam, his clothes covered in splattered blood, his facial muscles twitching in pain.
As a high-ranking official of the Komatsu Conglomerate, he had been treated as a distinguished guest in every country he visited.
Any noble he met treated him with great respect.
Even those who resented him could only suppress it in their hearts.
But he had stumbled in Niarak, brought down by someone two decades his junior!