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.

you say you wanted to cripple, huh? Say it again. I’m all ears!” Flynn’s expression turned

He realized that Flynn ha slapped

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

another powerful slap landed on his face, even stronger than before. The impact caused his chubby cheek

my brother, and now you think you can escape unscathed? You’ve got some nerve!” Flynn exclaimed, delivering a forceful kick

to lay a hand

fearful glances, not daring to utter a word, their hearts filled with dread. The smarter ones immediately knelt before Flynn, apologizing,

Please don’t be

brother. If I had

nothing to do with us. We were only following Tigris orders,” the

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

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

you’ve offended. It’s my brother!” Flynn

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

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.