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The realization slid cold and heavy into Dalton’s gut, causing beads of sweat to roll down his spine and forehead in twin, icy trails. His throat felt dry enough to crack as he swallowed hard.Still clinging to the thinnest shred of hope, Dalton forced himself to meet Glenn’s eyes again… carefully, nervously, and desperately searching for any hint that Glenn’s earlier claim of owning the armband was a lie. Maybe he had just bought it from a pawn shop… or found it lying in a gutter.But then…Glenn looked at him.And in that look… calm, casual, detached, and even a tinge of mockery, Dalton saw no acknowledgement of the storm brewing in the hall. No recognition of the suffocating tension. Glenn’s gaze held no urgency, no defensiveness, not even curiosity.It was as if he were simply an audience member watching an overly long play: mildly attentive, but clearly thinking about something far more interesting.The effect was devastating. Dalton’s
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Chapter 149 – The Thug’s Dissatisfaction
******For a moment that felt like an eternity stretched on a rack, the hall was drowned in a silence so thick it could choke.Every single person remained kneeling on the cold, hard floor, their eyes locked on Glenn.But unlike earlier, when terror, regret, and barely suppressed panic had painted their faces, now there was nothing. No fear, no pleading, no bravado. Just… blankness.It was as if someone had just erased every emotion from their expressions, leaving behind empty husks.They stared at Glenn as if their brains had been snatched clean, like they were malfunctioning machines stuck on a loop. Glenn’s continued echoing in the air like an iron weight pressing on their skulls:“What would I want with a bunch of weak, useless, all-mouth, no-action loudmouths?”The insult rattled inside their heads with cruel clarity, and not a single one of them knew how they were supposed to react. Were they meant to be offended? Relieved? Humiliated? Or maybe all at once?The apology g
Chapter 148 – What Would I Do With a Bunch of Useless Loudmouths?
******Every heart in the hall instantly lurched violently against its ribcage upon hearing Glenn’s remark.A few of the men instinctively sucked in air only to find their lungs refusing to expand. Their blood felt like it reversed its flow.They stared at him in frozen horror, uncertain of what, exactly, he meant with what he just uttered, because in their ears, that uncertainty was somehow worse than a direct threat.Glenn’s voice remained exactly the same... calm, lazy, and almost bored.“Although you didn’t actually harm me,” he went on, “I have suffered a mental blow today. You kidnapped and shoved me around, after all. I’m fairly certain this moment will leave me with a lifetime of trauma.”The statement hung there, absurd and yet undeniably menacing.Everyone: “…”‘Mental blow? Lifetime trauma?’ They blinked at Glenn, staring blankly at him and unsure whether to let out a shaky laugh or burst into tears, thinking, 'Sir, we’re the
Chapter 147 – I’m Not Letting You Guys go
******The sound was so sudden, so jarringly loud, and so out of place that for one absurd second, the collective thought was… ‘Here it comes.’Every head jerked up, all eyes widened, and every spine turned stiff.Half the hall nearly jumped out of their skins. Some felt their blood run cold; others felt it surge hot to their ears. And a few swore in their heads they had felt their souls lurch toward the ceiling.If there had been an invisible spectator, they would have been doubled over in laughter by now, maybe even gasping for air at the absurdity of seeing over a hundred gangsters flinch like schoolchildren caught misbehaving.But inside the hall, no one was laughing.Instead, they anxiously raised their heads to look at Glenn, their faces drawn tight with dread, all of them bracing to see him transform into some avenging demon.What they got instead was…A blank face.Glenn stared back with faintly furrowed brows, his eyes hazy with
Chapter 146 – The Thugs’ Terror III
******Recalling everything both he and his gang had done, Dalton couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming urge to slam his forehead into the ground until the world spun black and mercifully faded away, the redness in his eyes deepening with deep regret.No… that wasn’t enough. He wanted to keep going until he woke up in his bed, drenched in sweat, and realized that this… this hall of death had only been a nightmare.But the suffocating air pressing against his chest told him this was no dream.It wasn’t just that he had offended someone. He had spat in the face of someone before whom he should have been groveling… kissing boots, licking dust, and begging for the right to breathe the same air.He… ‘Oh, gods. Which demon has that useless son of mine managed to offend this time?!’ Dalton screamed inside his skull, the thought loud enough to make his inner ears ring.His eyes stung, reddening as though tears might spill at any second.‘I always knew that useless boy wasn’t worth t
Chapter 145 – The Thugs’ Terror II
******Right now, Breaker resembled a kid who had just kicked a hornet’s nest and was now awaiting the inevitable swarm, frozen in the knowledge that every sting would land.And somehow… despite the absurdity of the situation, it was almost comical. The kind of scene that would have been darkly funny... if not for the suffocating tension that currently gripped the hall like a vice.It appeared so surreal.If anyone had claimed earlier that this mountain of muscle would end up kneeling before the lean, weak-looking Glenn, trembling like a soaked kitten, they would have been asked if they were drunk… or perhaps already beaten within an inch of their life. Kneeling there, Breaker’s huge, scarred hands twitched like they were searching for something to hold onto… regret, dignity, or his next breath. But nothing came.Of course, he wasn’t alone in this ocean of misery.Right behind him was the thug who had brought out the spiked canes… the same one who had gleefully positioned Glen
Chapter 144 – The Thugs’ Terror
******At this moment, also on his knees like everyone else, Toad was without question the most horrified soul in the hall… second only to Dalton himself.Never… not even in the worst depths of his most nightmarish imagination, had he pictured the ending unfolding before him now.Of course, he had been confused since the previous day’s evening, still trying to wrap his head around how Glenn had, with a single casual flick of his finger, sent six able-bodied men sprawling through the air like rag dolls. But confusion wasn’t the same as belief.In Toad’s view, Glenn’s fate was already as good as sealed. After all, the Supreme Lord himself was stepping in personally, and to him, no matter how strong Glenn might be, he was nothing against the Supreme Lord’s might... and possibly hundreds of loyal minions at his command.That confidence and that arrogance were precisely why he hadn’t hesitated in the slightest when he had been given the mission to lead Glenn’s abduction. He had even t
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