For a moment, the entire room fell silent. Then everyone exploded. “You’ve got some nerve showing up here!” “Do you even know where you are?!” “How dare you walk into the Winston family’s home!” “You’re asking for death!” “You killed our people!” “You ruined our young master’s surgery!” “You stole our family’s hope!” “Get on your knees and apologize!” “Beg for forgiveness!” “Do you think you can scare us?” “This is the Winston family!” “We have power! We have connections!” “Do you think you can fight all of us by yourself?” “You won’t leave this place alive!” The old woman pointed at him with trembling fingers, her face twisted with hatred. “It was him!” she shrieked. “He took the donor away! He caused all of this! He made my grandson suffer!” She cried. “He deserves to die!” The others immediately echoed her words. “That’s right!” “Make him pay!” “Break his legs!” “Take his life!” “Teach him what happens when you offend the Winston family!” Even Mike’s express

The Winston family members started shouting again, emboldened. “Kill him!” “Don’t show mercy!” “Make him regret stepping into this house!” “He has no idea what he’s facing!”Their fury swelled.It wasn’t just anger anymore. It was humiliation that had been sitting in their chests, growing heavier with every calm word Conor had spoken.How he stood there and looked at them like they were beneath him and how he had dismissed their threats as if they were child’s play.That wasn’t something a family like the Winstons could forgive.One of the younger men slammed his fist into his palm. “He’s been looking down on us this entire time… like we’re nothing.”“After everything we’ve built…” another hissed, jaw tight. “This idiot walks in and talks like we’re beggars on the street.”The old woman’s lips curled with bitterness. “He doesn’t understand what he’s done. Disrespecting the Winston name in our own home…” Mike crossed his arms, watching Conor with cold satisfaction. “This is

Mike’s confident smile slowly faded from his face. Even the old woman’s mouth fell open. “How…?” she whispered, her voice trembling. “How is this possible? Master John… he’s actually being pushed back?” The room fell completely silent, everyone was still stunned. “How… how is this possible?” “He’s so young…” “And he’s this strong?” “An A-rank martial artist… at his age?” “This can’t be real…” Even John himself couldn’t believe it. He staggered back a step, eyes wide with disbelief. “You…” he growled. “You’re not normal.” Conor tilted his head slightly. “That’s usually not a compliment,” he said mildly. John’s expression twisted with rage. “Don’t mock me!” His aura exploded outward. “I’ve lived for decades!” John shouted. “I’ve fought my way through blood and death!” He clenched both fists. “Do you think you can look down on me?!” Mike shouted from behind him, desperate now. “Master John! Finish him! Kill him right now!” The Winston family also scr

John’s entire body trembled violently. Tears mixed with blood as they dripped onto the polished marble beneath him. “God King, I beg you! I have an old mother to care for. I have disciples under me. Please don’t kill me!” “Please… I’ll do anything you ask, tell you everything I know! I’ll never oppose you again!” The once-arrogant martial arts master was sobbing uncontrollably. No one in the room could believe what they were seeing. The same John who had entered the Winston residence with his hands behind his back, treating everyone as beneath him… The same John who barely acknowledged their existence… The same John who had spoken as though he alone decided who lived and who died… That very man was now kneeling before a young man, crying and begging for mercy like a frightened child. Mike staggered back a step. His lips trembled. “T-This can’t be real…” He rubbed his eyes frantically. “No… no… I must be seeing things. That’s Master John…” he muttered. “Master Joh

Conor looked at them, then he laughed. “Hah…” The sound wasn’t loud, yet it made everyone shiver. There was no amusement in it. No trace of joy. It was a cold, hollow laugh that sent chills racing down their spines. He slowly lifted his gaze, his eyes sweeping across the Winston family one by one. “What do I want?” His voice was calm. Mike’s heart skipped a beat. “T-That’s right…” he stammered, forcing himself to speak through his fear. “What do you want? Whatever it is… we’ll do it.” He looked at Conor with trembling eyes, clinging desperately to the faint hope that there was still a way out. Conor’s smile faded, and his gaze turned ice-cold. “You targeted my daughter.” The room plunged into silence. “You kidnapped her. You used her to threaten me. You frightened a little girl who had done nothing to you.” His voice remained steady, but each word was colder than the last. “And now…” He took a slow step forward. “You still dare ask me what I want?”