From Prison To Power

Chapter 008 – Shattering James’ Feet

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At this very moment, the entire room was frozen in disbelief.

No one moved.

No one breathed.

No one even dared to blink.

Their eyes remained glued—glued to the incredibly handsome but lean man.

Glenn.

Right now, he was standing smack-dab in the center of the chaos he had just created, looking as if he hadn’t exerted the slightest bit of effort.

His breathing was calm, his stance was very relaxed, and not even his hair was out of place.

It was unnatural, as though he hadn’t moved even a finger.

Every soul present stared at him dazedly for what felt like an eternity, as if they had just witnessed something otherworldly.

Their minds refused to comprehend what had just unfolded before them.

Just a moment ago, four towering bodyguards—each of whom was built like mountains and trained to subdue threats at any cost had lunged at Glenn like starving wolves.

Their combined presence alone was enough to send most people trembling. Their bulging biceps, their coordinated movement, their confidence—it had all screamed invincibility.

Yet…

They had been completely flattened and obliterated.

And it was not in some long-winded brawl. No.

Everything had happened in seconds.

Before anyone could even process the fight, the four were already sprawled across the room, groaning in pain, their massive bodies reduced to limp bags of meat.

As if that wasn't even shocking enough, Glenn proceeded to casually dust off his palms after a moment, as though he had merely brushed against a dirty wall.

That sound—the crisp clap of his hands instantly echoed like thunder in the dead silence, sending a fresh wave of dread crashing into everyone.

The hearers flinched and stepped back unconsciously, thinking another wave of destruction was coming.

But Glenn?

He simply whistled casually as though he couldn’t feel the room’s fear and turned his head to Irene, who looked no less stupefied.

With the same calmness, he tilted his chin toward James Koch—the supposed predator that has now turned into trembling prey—and asked nonchalantly:

“So, how do you want me to deal with that bastard for you?”

That one question instantly sent a cold shiver crawling up James’s spine like a venomous serpent.

All the color drained from his face in the next second, and before he knew it, his eyes widened in abject horror.

His lips quivered involuntarily. And his legs felt like melting candle wax.

His brain screamed run, but his body refused to obey.

Glenn had just decimated his personal guards who, although they weren’t among the strongest, were amongst the finest—as if they were paper dolls, and now he was asking Irene how to dispose of him?

James's chest heaved as panic choked him.

‘Dear God, what have I gotten myself into?’

‘Why the hell did I even show up here?!’

The same arrogant man who had swaggered into the room like a king just minutes ago was now one breath away from wetting himself.

His pride crumbled like sand under Glenn’s shadow, and he almost sobbed with regret, trembling as though he was in an ice-room in the middle of a strong winter.

But then…

“You… you can’t hurt him.”

A soft voice cut through the thick tension, dumbfounding both James and Glenn.

They both looked for the speaker, and then their mouths opened.

Glenn's brows knit together, his expression filled with confusion. “Why?” he asked, his voice calm but brimming with questions.

Irene bit her bottom lip nervously, and then her hand slowly rose as she pointed toward James, her finger trembling.

“H-He’s the eldest son of the most influential and powerful family in the region,” she stammered, fear glimmering in her eyes. “If you harm him… If you even touch him… the consequence would be dire and there would be a severe retaliation which would possibly drag my family into disaster.”

Glenn’s jaw slackened.

He stared at Irene for a long beat, unsure whether she was serious or joking. But one look at her face, and he knew—she was absolutely sincere.

In the following second, he did not know whether to laugh or cry, thinking:

‘This animal had drugged you with malicious intent… and you’re still worried about fallout?’

‘This guy was ready to violate you, and you're protecting him because of his last name?’

He did not know whether to admire Irene or open her head and check what was inside.

Meanwhile, James was equally dumbfounded.

He hadn’t expected Irene to speak on his behalf.

His eyes flicked toward her, confused for a moment—until realization hit.

‘That’s right… This is my turf.’

‘Who dares to lay a hand on me in MY territory?’

The arrogance he had lost moments ago came rushing back like a returning tide. The fear in his eyes evaporated like water under the sun.

In the next second, his chest swelled, and his chin lifted.

Then, he was once again the lion in his mind’s jungle.

A smug smirk curled on his lips as he swaggered forward with newfound bravado.

“You heard that, don’t you?” He asked arrogantly, suddenly staring at Glenn like he was filth way below him.

“But I might be willing to forgive your outrageous behavior and let go of the past,” he sneered. “Maybe you just didn’t know who I am.”

He lifted his chin even higher.

“All you need to do is get on your knees, grovel like a dog, and beg for forgiveness. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you walk out of here in one piece.”

He paused—his eyes darkening.

Then his voice dipped, venom dripping from each word.

“…Otherwise, I’ll make you pay. And trust me, the price won’t be something you or your family could afford.”

Silence.

Even Irene’s face paled at his brazen threat while Glenn…

For a moment, he remained still.

Then—

His eyes narrowed.

His face darkened.

And the atmosphere in the room changed again, sharply.

Then without a word…

Without even the slightest warning…

He moved and:

Crack!

A deafening snap echoed as Glenn’s foot smashed brutally into James’s leg.

James didn’t even scream right away.

His brain took a second to register the agony.

Then, he looked down, and what he saw nearly sent him into a coma.

His leg.

It was twisted at an unnatural angle—bent like a broken stick.

The bone had clearly shattered.

Finally, James’s mouth opened wide as a bloodcurdling scream erupted from deep inside his lungs.

“AAAAAAAARGHHHHHH!!!”

He kicked James’s leg hard, which instantly made a loud cracking sound.

James froze, unable to react for a second, and then he lowered his head.

His leg had crooked, obviously shattered.

He collapsed to the floor, clutching his leg, writhing like a wounded animal.

All that arrogance?

All that swagger?

Gone.

Now, he was just a broken man, squealing on the floor, begging for mercy through tears of agony.