Son-In-Law Gets an Upgrade

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.

“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.

it again. I’m all ears!” Flynn’s expression turned serious as he confronted

grasped the seriousness of the situation. He realized that Flynn

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?”

his face, even stronger than before. The impact caused his chubby cheek to swell up immediately.

unscathed? You’ve got some nerve!” Flynn exclaimed, delivering a forceful kick to Tigris’ belly,

addressed the other hooligans. “Let’s see who else dares to lay a hand on my brother. You’ll have

hooligans exchanged fearful glances, not daring to utter a word, their hearts filled with dread. The smarter

orders. Please don’t

brother. If I had known, I would have shown him the utmost respect!” another one begged.

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

someone of Flynn’s stature meant more than facing physical harm or being crippled. It

of the hooligans in their desperate pleas for forgiveness. As the

that you’ve offended. It’s

would often adopt a casual demeanor, engaging in banter, sharing jokes, and occasionally

of the king of the underworld. The intensity of his presence alone was