******Still in the street.The atmosphere had split cleanly into two opposing worlds at this moment, clashing so sharply it felt like the entire street was holding its breath.On one side was pure, suffocating anxiousness, thick enough to choke on, while on the other side… there was a dangerous, almost rabid anticipation enveloping it.The anxious side belonged entirely to the onlookers and Red… their faces currently drained, their shoulders trembling frantically, and their breaths shallow as they stared with bated breath, their hearts pounding in their chests.The eager side, however, was made up of the thugs, their grinning leader, the young master, and his gaggle of sneering minions, all of them practically vibrating with excitement right now.And why was this?Breaker’s presence alone was enough to twist the entire atmosphere into something oppressive.His background, his deadly reputation, and the wave of crushing pressure he had released moments ago had already made mos

******The Young Master hadn’t known what to expect when he turned to Breaker, but what he was seeing right now… it definitely wasn’t anything he could have anticipated.The Breaker he knew… the Breaker who strutted around with cold arrogance, who treated every living being as though they were mud under his boots, was completely gone.Instead… the man standing before him right now looked utterly hollow.That’s right.At this moment, Breaker looked lost… truly, painfully, and completely lost, as though his soul had been scooped out of him, leaving behind only an empty frame of flesh and muscle.His posture wasn’t tense with anticipation, and neither was his expression indifferent. It wasn’t even annoyed. Instead, he stood completely still, like a statue that had forgotten how to breathe.And why wouldn’t he?He had recognized Glenn.He had recognized the devil who had nearly destroyed his syndicate… the demon who had crippled their finances, leaving him, the mighty second-in-c

******The entire street, which had been split into two contrasting atmospheres, fell into a silence so sharp it could cut… even the wind didn’t dare move.And the most thunderstruck and flabbergasted of them all… it was none other than the young master.His brain was stuttering so badly at this moment that it nearly stopped functioning.‘What… what did Breaker just say?’‘To him?’'In front of everyone?'It took several seconds before something finally clicked in his empty head. Then, with a forced, awkward smile, he approached Breaker again with pitiful gentleness.“Brother Breaker,” he called softly, his voice dripping with the same embarrassing bootlicking tone. “That’s the fool idiot, who doesn’t know what’s good for him, you’re supposed to deal with,” he said, pointing straight at Glenn.And finished uttering this, he sneered internally.‘Can you imagine? The mighty right-hand man of the strongest syndicate in the city… can’t even see properly.’But before he could ev

******At this moment, the young master looked like someone who had gotten into a fistfight with a generator and lost.His hair was an absolute disaster… wild, crooked, and sticking out in every direction.Dust clung to his body from collar to toe, dimming the shine he always wore like a crown, and his entire body… it looked shaken, as though his soul had temporarily vacated his body.But that wasn’t what made everyone gasp.No… the true impact lay squarely on his face.At this moment, half of it was swollen, bright red, and throbbing under five enormous, perfectly defined finger marks… a full, humiliating handprint, one so vivid and oversized that it almost looked painted on.It was absurd, ridiculous, and nearly cartoonish.If not for the thin line of blood trailing from the corner of his mouth right now… an ugly reminder that this wasn’t comedy but reality, the crowd would have howled with laughter.He looked shattered and utterly broken, the kind that came not from pain,

******At this moment, Glenn still stood lazily where he had been since the young master’s arrival, his hands hanging casually at his sides, and his posture both loose and almost sleepy… like a man waiting for a bus rather than someone standing in the aftermath of a complete power shift.He looked bored, indifferent, and untouched by the chaos he had caused.Instead, to everyone watching him, the entire street might as well have been playing out someone else’s drama to him… he didn’t even look mildly interested in the slightest way.It was the exact same demeanor he had been mocked for earlier… people calling him spineless, weak-hearted, soft, a sissy, a princess who would crumble at the slightest pressure, and all sorts of derogatory terms.The thugs had spat those words with venom, condescension, and mockery, while some of the onlookers had echoed them with sheer disgust.But now… that same “spineless” and “sissy” posture felt like something entirely different, something omino