The noise from the restroom was deafening, drawing everyone’s attention. People saw Flynn’s ruthlessness and scattered in panic, fearing they might get caught in the storm of his fury.
Within moments, heads poked out of every private room on the eighth floor-both from the Purple Rose room and the Phoenix room across the hallway.
“Talon!”
“Brody!”
“Mabel!”
“Mom!”
“Aunt Mabel!”
Voices echoed through the corridor as Layla, James, and others rushed toward the scene.
Crash!
Flynn stomped down hard on Brody Brightmoon’s ankle, crushing it to a pulp. The sound was like bones being pulverized under a truck’s weight, and Brody’s agonized screams reverberated through the space. His cries were so gut-wrenching that he seemed on the verge of passing out.
Without pausing, Flynn stepped over to Talon Jett.
“You were keeping watch for that scum?”
“You, you don’t know who my father is-” Talon stammered, his voice weak. The fall earlier had left him with what felt like a fractured spine and ribs that throbbed in agony.
Flynn didn’t care. He grabbed Talon by the collar, dragging him like a lifeless dog toward the restroom sinks.
“You like keeping watch, huh? Let’s see if you’ll still be able to do it after this!” Flynn snarled, gripping Talon by the ankle and swinging him like a broken doll.
Boom!
The restroom sinks between the men’s and women’s restrooms shattered under the force of Talon’s body. Blood mixed with water from the shattered faucets, splattering everywhere. Talon’s head smashed into the sink, leaving him unconscious. Gray matter seeped from his ears-a sign that even if he survived, he’d be nothing more than a fool.
Flynn turned abruptly and stalked back toward Brody Brightmoon.
“Stop!”
Layla’s sharp voice cut through the chaos as she approached.
“You’re trying to stop me?” Flynn’s bloodshot eyes locked onto Layla, his gaze like that of a dragon ready to incinerate its enemy. His pupils glowed with a crimson hue, exuding a murderous aura so intense it seemed tangible.
Everyone froze under his oppressive presence, even Layla felt a chill run down her spine.
How could Flynn exude such killing intent? It was as if his rage had taken on a physical form, drilling into their very souls.
“I’m trying to save you!” Layla said coldly, her expression icy.
“Save me? Who the hell do you think you are?” Flynn roared, his voice thundering like a storm.
He was furious. Mabel was his bottom line, his reverse scale. Brody Brightmoon had dared to humiliate her, and now Layla was telling him she was saving him by trying to stop him?
What a joke!
Crunch!
Flynn stomped down on Brody’s other ankle, shattering it like a watermelon underfoot. Bone fragments and flesh sprayed outward.
“Aaaaargh!”
Brody’s screams were so intense that his brain seemed to seize up. Tears poured down his face as his body convulsed uncontrollably. Blood pooled at his groin, and it was clear Flynn’s attack had not only crushed his ankle but also destroyed his reproductive organs.
The horror of the scene left everyone stunned. No one had expected the Clark family’s outcast to unleash such terrifying madness.
“Flynn, stop! Even if you want to kill Mr. Brightmoon, shouldn’t you at least tell us the reason?” Madeline’s voice trembled as she spoke, her body stiff with fear.
This was Slatin City.
And Flynn was attacking two members of the Brightmoon family right here in public. Did he have a death wish?
James snapped out of his shock and shouted, “Flynn, what are you doing?!”
“We never should have come to the Four Seasons Hotel with you! Look at the mess you’ve caused!”
Flynn turned back to James, his voice heavy with regret. “James, you’re right. If I hadn’t invited you here, that bastard wouldn’t have dared to humiliate Aunt Mabel.”
“This is my fault.”
“What?!” James rushed forward, his eyes widening as he finally noticed Mabel standing to the side, her body trembling.
She looked like a ghost of herself-her hair disheveled, her clothes torn, her eyes vacant and brimming with tears. Her entire body shook uncontrollably.
“Mabel!”
“Mom! No!”
James and his daughter Mia cried out, their hearts breaking as they took in the sight. It felt like the sky had collapsed on them.
“You bastard! She’s your aunt! Brody Brightmoon, how could you stoop so low?” James’s hands trembled as he clutched his chest, nearly collapsing from the sheer fury.
Mabel-his Mabel.
Even when she had brought ruin to their family by helping Adrianna, James had never once raised his voice at her. And now, here she was, humiliated by Brody Brightmoon in a public restroom.
“Twenty years… twenty years we’ve endured! Even if we were your enemies, haven’t we paid enough? Why did you have to go after my mother? Why?!” Mia screamed, tears streaming down her face.
The people around frowned, their expressions darkening.
Even Cora Caldwell, who had always been close to Brody, showed visible disgust at his behavior. But that was the extent of their reaction-mere disdain. In their eyes, Mabel was no better than a stray dog.
Layla glanced at Brody and spoke coolly, “Flynn, Brody Brightmoon has committed a serious offense, but you’ve already broken both his legs. That’s enough.”
“I’m warning you-stop this madness.”
Layla found Brody repulsive. He was no better than a maggot, squirming wherever he smelled an opportunity. But as the leader of Slatin’s new generation, she couldn’t just stand by and let Flynn continue.
Madeline chimed in, “Flynn, even if Mr. Brightmoon has done wrong, you should leave him to the police!”
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing right now? You’re dragging yourself and Mabel’s family into ruin. Your temper will destroy you someday. The Clark family already despises you, and now-”
“Shut up!” Flynn roared, glaring at Madeline.
“Are you insane, or just plain stupid? You can’t even manage your own affairs, and you think you can lecture me? Who do you think you are?”
Madeline’s mouth fell open, stunned.
Did Flynn just yell at her?
He yelled at her!
She had tried to mediate, to offer him a way out, and this was how he repaid her?
“Unbelievable,” Cora Caldwell said, her eyes narrowing with a hint of menace. “Flynn, you’re nothing but a discarded pawn of the Clark family. Brody Brightmoon is our friend. No matter what he’s done, you have no right to enact vigilante justice.”
“Exactly! The Duffy family is trash-Slatin’s enemy. Brody can treat them however he likes!”
“This is Slatin, Flynn. Watch yourself, or you might not leave this floor alive.”
“Mabel deserves to pay for what she did twenty years ago. This is karma!”
The group’s voices were filled with scorn, calling Flynn’s actions reckless and demanding he back down. To them, Mabel was less than human-just a tool to be used and discarded.
But Flynn didn’t flinch.
Crunch!
He crushed Brody Brightmoon’s knee underfoot, drawing another blood-curdling scream.
“Ahhh! Stop! Please! It hurts-it hurts so much!”
Flynn had used a silver needle to keep Brody conscious, amplifying his pain tenfold. He couldn’t even pass out from the agony.
The room fell deathly silent.
This man-Flynn-was unstoppable.
“Flynn!” Layla’s voice was sharp, laced with steel. “If you won’t stop, then I’ll have to end this myself.”
With a shout, Layla summoned a glowing sphere of energy in her hands and leaped five meters into the air, hurling it toward Flynn.
“Eighteen Forms of the Celestial Blade? And you think you can beat me with my own technique? Is that all you’ve got?” Flynn sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.
With a single motion, he unleashed a wave of energy as fierce as a dragon surging from the depths, sending it hurtling toward Layla.