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.

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

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

The person I want to beat up

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

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

“Let’s see who else dares to lay a hand on my

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

Tigris’ orders. Please don’t be mad at us!” one

your brother. If I had

us. We were only

for mercy filling the air. Offending someone of Flynn’s stature meant more than facing physical harm or being crippled. It

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

offended. It’s

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

shifted, embodying the identity of the king of the underworld. The intensity of