Son-In-Law Gets an Upgrade

Chapter 1087

Chapter 1087 He Is My Brother

“Flynn?” Tears of excitement welled up in Tigris’ eyes when he recognized the person standing before him as Flynn. His reaction resembled that of a fangirl meeting her idol, unable to contain the overwhelming emotions within. Oh, my God. It’s Flynn Dunn!

Flynn, Nebula City’s king of the underworld, was an idol in the hearts of those hooligans. They all aspired to become someone like Flynn. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“What are you doing here, Flynn? Did you come to look for me? I’ll be more than willing to follow you if you want me to become your lackey!” Tigris speculated that Flynn must have arrived here to enlist him as his subordinate.

Slap!

Flynn’s palm struck Tigris’ cheek with immense force, causing it to quiver uncontrollably and dislodging two of his teeth.

Tigris was utterly perplexed, unable to comprehend why Flynn would strike him. As a mere street hooligan, he could not fathom how he could have possibly offended someone of such high stature.

Tigris’ henchmen, who were on the verge of attacking Alex, witnessed the sudden twist of events. Once they recognized it was Flynn who had delivered the blow to Tigris, not a single one of them dared to step forward and defend their boss.

“Who did you say you wanted to cripple, huh? Say it again. I’m all ears!” Flynn’s expression turned serious as he confronted Tigris, leaning in close to the latter’s ear.

Tigris, despite his lack of intelligence, grasped the seriousness of the situation. He realized that Flynn ha slapped him in response to his plan to harm Alex.

Nervously, Tigris swallowed the saliva that had gathered in his mouth before speaking up. “Flynn, are you mistaking him for someone else? The person I want to beat up is just a pathetic loser who lives off of a woman. How is it possible that you’re connected to him?”

Before Tigris could finish his sentence, another powerful slap landed on his face, even stronger than before. The impact caused his chubby cheek to swell up immediately.

“D”mn it! The man you’re trying to harm is my brother, and now you think you can escape unscathed? You’ve got some nerve!” Flynn exclaimed, delivering a forceful kick to Tigris’ belly, sending him flying more than a meter away.

Spitting contemptuously at Tigris, Flynn addressed the other hooligans. “Let’s see who else dares to lay a hand on my brother. You’ll have to deal with me first if you want to hurt him!”

The hooligans exchanged fearful glances, not daring to utter a word, their hearts filled with dread. The smarter ones immediately knelt before Flynn, apologizing, and the rest followed suit.

“We’re sorry, Flynn! We were just following Tigris’ orders. Please don’t be mad at us!” one of them pleaded.

“Yes, Flynn. We had no idea he was your brother. If I had known, I would have shown him the utmost respect!” another one begged.

“Please spare us, Flynn! It really has nothing to do with us. We were only following Tigris orders,” the third person chimed in.

All the hooligans remained on their knees, their pleas and cries for mercy filling the air. Offending someone of Flynn’s stature meant more than facing physical harm or being crippled. It could potentially cost them their lives.

Tigris, who had been kicked away, crawled back on his knees, joining the rest of the hooligans in their desperate pleas for forgiveness. As the instigator of the incident, he understood that his very existence would be at Flynn’s mercy if the latter were angered.

“It’s not me that you’ve offended. It’s my brother!” Flynn pointed at Alex.

In Alex’s presence. Flynn would often adopt a casual demeanor, engaging in banter, sharing jokes, and occasionally revealing a mischievous side.

However, under serious circumstances, Flynn’s demeanor underwent a dramatic transformation. His aura shifted, embodying the identity of the king of the underworld. The intensity of his presence alone was enough to instill fear in the hearts of ordinary individuals.

Tigris and the other hooligans swiftly approached Alex, kneeling before him. Tigris took the initiative to plea for mercy. “I’m so sorry for what I did earlier. Please don’t be mad at me. I had nothing to do with this. It was all Horace’s d’mn idea! Otherwise, I would never have dared to offend you!”

Alex’s hands were still tucked in his pockets. So, it was indeed Horace’s idea. Just as I suspected.

A playful smile tugged at the corner of Alex’s mouth as he addressed Tigris. “I did warn you before, didn’t I? It’s your own fault for not listening. Get down on your knees and lick my shoes, and I’ll let you off!”

Indeed, Alex had warned them earlier, but at the time. Tigris and the others had dismissed him without a second thought. Now, they were filled with regret.

However, to their surprise, Alex did not intend to hold them accountable. Instead, he merely demanded them to drop to their knees to lick his shoes. That request felt like a complete amnesty to them.

Tigris and the group of hooligans instantly kneeled before Alex and started licking his shoes,

Alex waved his hand, signaling for them to leave. They stood up, expressing their heartfelt gratitude to both Flynn and Alex before finally departing.

As soon as Tigris turned around, his expression darkened. He pulled out his phone and dialed Horace’s number. However, much to his frustration, there was no response on the other end of the line.

Thud!

Tigris angrily threw his phone to the ground, smashing it into pieces. He cussed, “D”mn it, Horace, that son of a b*tch! How dare he mess with me? He better pray I don’t get my hands on him, or I’ll chop him up!”