******For a moment after Glenn finished speaking, no one moved, no one spoke, no one blinkedThey just stood there, gaping at him. Their mouths hung open and their eyes were wide with disbelief that was quickly tipping into murderous rage.It was as if Glenn had grown a second head, declared himself their long-lost emperor, and demanded a parade in his honor.Glenn didn’t seem to notice. Or if he did, he certainly didn’t care.Instead, he scratched his head lightly, wearing an expression of mild confusion, and asked in a tone so genuinely puzzled it almost sounded innocent, “Did I say something out of line?”That was the spark.Their shock combusted into pure, unfiltered fury. The air itself seemed to vibrate with the weight of their collective outrage.“You… You dare… You dare?!” the young man in his flashy, over-the-top outfit spluttered, practically shaking with indignation. “I… I said I was the Dragon Son! Not… not a fish’s son! Get it right!”Glenn, “_”But before he c

******The six attacks were executed with such brutal speed and ferocity that, under normal circumstances, no ordinary person would have been able to dodge them.Not even the luckiest man alive could hope to evade the barrage of fists that came hurtling toward Glenn from every direction like a violent, well-rehearsed choreography.One fist alone might have been survivable. Perhaps, with incredible reflexes, Glenn could have slipped past one or two.But six? All striking in rapid succession, each targeting vital points with deadly precision? That wasn’t a fight… it was a public execution in motion.The young master, dressed in his painfully colorful attire, watched from a safe distance, his expression contorting with a mixture of disgust and petty satisfaction.His role as the archetypal spoiled noble brat had never looked more fitting. He exhaled sharply through his nose, a sneer twisting his lips.“Some insolent idiot… some low-life insect actually dared to challenge me today?

******The thugs stared in utter stupor, hearing their young master’s words.Then one of them, with his bloody lip trembling, stammered: “Use… useless?”The young master’s eyes narrowed, his teeth grinding together audibly as rage twisted his features. His voice turned venomous."That’s right... useless!" he bellowed, his voice seething with fury and contempt. "He wasn’t anything extraordinary. No… the truth is, ever since we planted our flag in this godforsaken dump, you pigs have known nothing but eating yourselves to death, drinking like fish, and humping every available piece of flesh like it's your birthright!”He paced a step forward now, his boots crunching the dust like he was grinding their dignity into the earth.“Gluttons! Womanizers! Parasites! You’ve grown fat and stupid from indulgence, and now you can’t even handle a single street rat! A man who flung you aside with one finger! You were tossed around like dolls by someone who looks like he hasn’t lifted a log in h

******Glenn blinked slowly, as if trying to process whether this was an elaborate prank or a hallucination induced by boredom.A long, stunned silence followed.He stared at the other party in sheer speechlessness, his brows furrowing not with anger but with genuine confusion.Was this real life? Did this ridiculous man-child truly just tell him… Master Glenn, to grovel before him and lick his boot?He was Master Glenn, the man revered in whispers and feared in boardrooms, the very same Glenn whose presence made military elites sit straighter and corporate tyrants shiver in their designer shoes?And now here he was… being commanded by a preening, preposterous peacock to debase himself publicly?If the world had caught wind of this, it would’ve ignited chaos… news headlines, mass hysteria, existential crises.Foreign dignitaries would question reality. Even psychologists would open emergency hotlines.Because Glenn’s identity wasn’t just big… it was seismic.Suddenly, a croo

******Weylon’s face contorted, his nostrils flaring like an enraged beast’s. His lips pulled back into a snarl of hatred.“You… you all are just done for already. Prepare for your demise!” Weylon snarled with venomous spite, his voice vibrating with a fury so intense it nearly cracked the air.His chest heaved as he glared at his men... his so-called entourage with disgust.“You useless mongrels stood back and watched while I, your young master, was humiliated and bullied, without lifting a damn finger to help?!” he thundered, every word slicing through the silence like a whip.His voice, sharp and accusing, echoed off the empty-looking village, dragging the thugs into a shared paralysis.They froze, their jaws slackened and their brows creased with sheer disbelief. It was as though their brains were lagging behind their ears.They turned slowly to look at one another, their eyes pleading in silent, chaotic harmony: “But… didn’t you say you could handle him yourself?” The ques