Flynn couldn’t care less about the schemes of his opponents. Be they overt or covert, under absolute strength, all schemes would only result in self-destruction.
“You’re going to break my limbs?” Felix Langford asked, stepping closer to Flynn. He froze for a moment, then his expression twisted in fury.
He was a proud son of the Pelens family, someone untouchable in his world. To be mocked by a mere bumpkin from Niarak?
“You little…” Felix Langford’s face darkened as he grabbed a few wine bottles and hurled them at Flynn.
But Flynn, quick as lightning, caught Felix’s wrist mid-swing. In one fluid motion, he snatched the bottle from Felix’s hand and smashed it against his head.
Crash!
The sound of shattering glass echoed through the room. Sharp fragments flew everywhere as red wine mixed with blood trickled down Felix’s face.
“What?!”
The crowd froze in disbelief, their minds blank as they watched the scene unfold.
Flynn had fought back. Not only that, he had smashed Felix Langford’s head with a wine bottle!
The Kaur family members were too stunned to react, and even Peyton, the self-proclaimed queen of the Pelens, furrowed her brows deeply.
Rolando, who had been lounging casually, straightened up, his eyes widening in shock as he stared at the scene before him.
The entire room erupted in chaos, with people standing abruptly, some even dropping their glasses in their haste. Red wine spilled across the floor, staining the polished marble.
This was Felix Langford, one of the Pelens’ esteemed four sons. He was the one who smashed bottles over others’ heads-not the other way around!
No one dared to defy him, let alone touch him. Even a single word of defiance would have been enough for the Langford family to destroy someone.
Scarlet, however, seemed unfazed. It wasn’t surprising to her-after all, Flynn had dared to attack the governor’s son. What difference did it make if Felix Langford was a Pelens?
“Ahhh!” Felix Langford froze for a moment before the pain hit him like a tidal wave. He clutched his head and screamed in agony.
The crowd gawked as Felix staggered backward, his face twisted in pain. Blood smeared his hand as he glared at Flynn with terror and disbelief.
“You actually dared to hit me? Me?!”
Felix’s voice trembled with fury and shock. He had never imagined that Flynn would have the audacity to strike him. Even Zion Watson’s son wouldn’t dare!
The Langford family was one of the top families in the Pelens circle. Who wouldn’t show them respect?
Yet Flynn hadn’t hesitated. He acted without a second thought.
This was no different from striking at the son of a governor!
Jiri Langley, who had been standing behind Felix, narrowed his eyes sharply.
He hadn’t expected this man from Niarak to be so ruthless, so utterly reckless.
But just as Jiri processed his shock, Flynn took a step forward, standing face-to-face with Felix. With a faint smile, Flynn said, “That was my first time using a bottle. I must say, it felt pretty smooth.”
“Still, I did promise to break your limbs. Are you ready?”
Before Felix could react, Flynn grabbed his hand and twisted it effortlessly.
Crack!
The sound was sharp and crisp, like the pages of a book being flipped.
But Felix’s arm didn’t just twist-it contorted grotesquely, with his elbow bending in a complete circle.
Boom!
The room exploded into chaos.
What kind of monster was this?
Flynn had smashed Felix’s head with a bottle and now twisted his arm into a mangled mess.
“Ahhh!” Felix screamed, his voice piercing the air. He collapsed onto the ground, writhing in pain. He clutched his limp arm as his body spasmed uncontrollably, rolling on the floor like a chicken with its throat cut.
The crowd collectively gasped, their faces pale with fear.
Felix Langford-untouchable, arrogant Felix Langford-had been utterly humiliated, his arm reduced to a broken mess.
Flynn was a maniac. What kind of lunatic would dare to do this?
The Wong family members stood frozen in shock, their faces drained of color.
This was Scarlet’s guest. The man she brought to their gathering. Flynn was their responsibility.
With the Langford family’s temper, the Wong family would surely face the consequences.
“Do you even know what you’re doing?!” Emily Wong stammered, pointing at Flynn with a trembling finger.
“What am I doing? Teaching him a lesson, obviously,” Flynn replied with a grin, stepping toward Felix once more.
Felix’s bravado crumbled entirely. His face drained of all color as he realized Flynn wasn’t like anyone he’d ever encountered.
“Jiri! Save me! Help!” Felix screamed desperately at Jiri Langley.
Jiri snapped out of his daze, his face contorted with anger. “Stop!” he bellowed.
Before his words even finished, Jiri swung his fist at Flynn’s back.
A powerful surge of energy exploded from within him. The force of his punch created a sharp wind that swept across the room, cutting into the faces of onlookers like knives.
Jiri Langley was furious. He had hesitated earlier, which allowed Felix to suffer such severe injuries. Now, he was determined to make Flynn pay.
This punch was meant to kill.
Flynn, however, furrowed his brows. His voice was cold as ice. “What does this have to do with you? Get lost.”
Even before the words were finished, Flynn turned and slapped Jiri across the face.
Smack!
The sound was deafening.
Jiri Langley’s body flew through the air like a ragdoll, soaring over ten meters before crashing onto a table.
Boom! Crash!
The heavy mahogany table splintered under Jiri’s weight, collapsing into pieces that scattered across the floor.
Despite being a Semi-Grandmaster, Jiri was left sprawled on the ground, blood dripping from his nose and mouth. His entire body ached, and he struggled to stand.
Silence.
The room fell into complete, suffocating silence.
It was as if time had frozen. Everyone stared at Jiri Langley in disbelief, their minds racing with a single thought:
How could Flynn be so strong?
Jiri Langley was a Semi-Grandmaster-a rare talent, a soldier trained to the peak of human ability. He was powerful enough to wrestle an elephant if needed.
Yet Flynn had casually slapped him across the room, breaking both his pride and his body in one motion.
“A Semi-Grandmaster dares to act tough in front of me? Who gave you the guts?” Flynn sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.
Jiri clutched his throbbing arm, his face pale with disbelief. “You… You’re a Grandmaster? But in Niarak, the only Grandmaster is Powell. Who are you?”
The crowd gasped audibly.
A Grandmaster from Niarak? Was such a thing even possible?
“You don’t need to know who I am,” Flynn said coolly. “All you need to know is that I’m going to finish breaking your friend’s limbs.”
Ignoring Jiri, Flynn turned his gaze back to Felix Langford.
Felix, now trembling like a leaf, had lost all his previous arrogance. He sat on the floor, frozen in terror.
Not even a Semi-Grandmaster could protect him. He was nothing more than a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
“Wait! You can’t! My grandfather is the former mayor of Pelens! My father is the deputy mayor! My mother is an executive at Emberglow Enterprises!” Felix stammered, desperate to save himself.
Flynn tilted his head, frowning slightly. “And what does your family’s status have to do with me breaking your limbs?”
“I couldn’t care less about your family,” Flynn added dismissively.
The crowd was stunned into silence.
Flynn’s words were beyond arrogant. It was pure madness.
Without waiting for another word, Flynn grabbed Felix’s other arm and twisted it.
Snap!
The crisp sound echoed through the room as Felix’s second arm was reduced to a mangled mess.
Felix’s screams filled the hall, each cry more agonizing than the last. The sound reverberated in everyone’s ears, sending chills down their spines.
The Pelens family’s world had just been turned upside down.