419: Chapter 426: Experts are Everywhere 419: Chapter 426: Experts are Everywhere The four n, although they felt the mighty strength of Jas Brown, were deeply humiliated by the fact that Jas was still able to strike Christopher Taylor under their protection.
As mbers of the Brownie Family, their sole duty was to serve the family and ensure the safety of its mbers.
Now that Christopher Taylor was injured, they had failed in their responsibilities.
If they didn’t restore their honor, they would face severe punishnt when they returned.
Without hesitation, the four n sprang forward and charged at Jas.
They refused to believe that, even with their combined strength, they couldn’t subdue him.
Jas gently patted Emily Lopez and said softly, “Emily, go take care of your sister.
Let your brother-in-law deal with these dogs.”
Startled by the sheer force radiating from Jas’s body, Emily involuntarily staggered back several steps and sat firmly on the sofa, while Gina Lopez tumbled beside her.
Emily quickly embraced her sister, who clung to her instinctively, twisting her body incessantly without any regard for propriety.
Emily’s attention was fixated on Jas and the four assailants.
The five of them had already engaged in battle, and Jas was surrounded by the four.
Though Emily knew little about martial arts, the ferocity of the punching and kicking convinced her that these adversaries were incredibly skilled.
Christopher Taylor, accustod to witnessing fighters of this caliber, was most focused on the outco of the fight.
He scread incessantly, “Kill him!
Kill him for !”
anwhile, Larry Frank and his group stared in stunned amazent.
They had seen impressive fighters before, but usually, such people were rely brawlers with brute physical strength.
However, the combat unfolding before them resembled the precision and ferocity of a martial arts movie—brilliantly choreographed movents, lightning-fast fists and feet, leaving them utterly dazzled.
Jas Brown had prior dealings with these families and understood that they often employed highly trained fighters loyal to their cause.
These experts were tasked with protecting vital family mbers and performing discreet operations.
But Jas had never thought much of the martial prowess these families boasted.
However, today he had to admit that these fighters weren’t weak.
Each of the four posed a significant challenge, comparable to elite hitn from assassin guilds.
Moreover, the four exhibited team-based strategies, working in coordination to attack ruthlessly, which made them exceptionally difficult to handle.
Still, their skills paled in comparison to Jas’s superior strength.
He avoided using lethal force at first, choosing instead to gauge the true extent of the family’s power.
Now that he fully understood their capabilities, his patience had run out.
“Open!” Jas suddenly roared, launching a forceful punch straight toward one of the fighters in front.
This punch carried unstoppable montum, terrifying the man in its path.
He imdiately recognized that he couldn’t defend against Jas’s strike and retreated hastily.
The two beside him were paralyzed by the sheer intensity of Jas’s aura and dared not approach.
The man behind him tried to intervene, roaring in desperation and attacking Jas in an attempt to force him to defend himself and alleviate the pressure on his comrade.
But Jas accelerated suddenly, causing the rear attacker’s strike to miss entirely.
His punch connected squarely with the chest of the man in front.
The victim, realizing his peril in the nick of ti, crossed his arms defensively and shouted, attempting to block the attack.
As flesh collided with flesh, the sound of bones cracking rang out.
The man’s defiant shout cut off midway as his body launched into the air, flew over Christopher Taylor’s head, smashed against the wall, and slumped to the ground.
“Plth!” He spat out a mouthful of bright red blood, his head tilting lifelessly as his body remained motionless.
Although this punch didn’t kill him, it shattered his arm bones and fractured at least six or seven of his ribs.
Under such conditions, remaining conscious was out of the question.
With one man down, the synchronized assault of the four instantly fell apart.
Even while attacking as a unit, they couldn’t gain the upper hand against Jas.
Now debilitated and reduced to three, they fell further outmatched.
“Master Johnson, run!
He’s too strong!” one fighter shouted.
Christopher Taylor, sensing the unfavorable turn of events, finally thought about escaping.
He realized that if Jas overpowered these experts, he’d be next in line for punishnt.
“Master Johnson, we’ll hold him off!
You need to leave now!” The remaining three fighters, feeling the mounting pressure, hurriedly urged Christopher to flee.
Without hesitation, Christopher sprinted toward the door, followed closely by Larry Frank and his group.
Seeing Christopher make a dash for it, they dared not linger behind.
But they had no chance of escaping.
Jas bellowed once more and accelerated his strikes, sending the three fighters flying through the air like severed kites.
Each landed with a thud, coughing blood and sustaining serious injuries.
Jas then exploded forward with an arrow-like stride, arriving directly behind Christopher Taylor.
Reaching out, he grabbed a fistful of Christopher’s hair.
“Ahhhh!” Christopher yelped as he continued running.
The forward montum made it feel as though his scalp was about to be ripped off.
Screaming in agony, he froze in place.
“Let go!
Let go!
If you dare touch , I swear I’ll destroy you!” he threatened instinctively, his tone as arrogant as ever despite the situation.
Jas sneered coldly, smashing Christopher’s head against the wall with trendous force, producing a heavy thud.
“Ahhhh!” Christopher wailed as the impact left his head bloodied but not unconscious.
Remaining conscious intensified the pain, causing tears to mix with the blood streaming down his face.
“Stop right there!” Jas barked at Larry Frank and his group, who had nearly reached the door.
They froze in place as though immobilized, not daring to take another step forward.
“Th-this… This has nothing to do with us.
It was all Master Johnson’s idea,” Jas Clark stamred, trembling as he addressed Jas.
Jas snorted derisively and said, “Oh, is that so?”
Jas Clark quickly chid in, “Yes!
Absolutely!
We didn’t even know your sister before this, and we’d never harm her without his orders!”
“That excuse isn’t good enough for to let you live,” Jas retorted with chilling finality.
The group exchanged terrified glances while Jas Clark stamred, “W-what… what do you want from us so you’ll spare us?”
Jas glanced at Christopher Taylor and replied coldly, “Slap him ten tis, and you can leave.”
“What?!” The group stared in stunned disbelief.
Christopher, furious, yelled, “You bastards!
If you dare hit , I’ll flay you alive!”
Jas responded casually, “You can refuse, and I’ll handle it myself.” With that, he slapped Larry Frank so hard across the face that he flew into the wall.
A bright red imprint of five fingers appeared on Larry’s previously immaculate pretty boy face.
Jas had watched the group’s actions closely from the mont they entered.
He had suspected Larry Frank all along; the man seed to egg on the conflict between Christopher and himself, showing signs of hidden motives.
Jas thus chose him as an example.
Despite his overwhelming rage toward the group, Jas restrained himself from killing them outright.
He was no longer the second-in-command of the Hawk Squad, and arbitrary murder wasn’t permissible.
But compelling them to slap Christopher would guarantee mutual hatred between them, ensuring Christopher would retaliate and deal with them in due course.
As for Christopher, Jas certainly would not let him off lightly.
Daring to target Gina Lopez and Emily Lopez demanded retribution.
Jas couldn’t vent his anger without making Christopher pay dearly.
Judging by Christopher’s familial ties, any punishnt of him would inevitably offend the Brownie Family.
But Jas was unconcerned.
The feud’s seeds had already been sown, leaving no room for reconciliation, and gave Jas all the impetus needed to deliver severe consequences.
“Well?
Are you hitting him or not?” Jas roared fiercely, his gaze piercing through the group.
The group glanced nervously at Larry Frank, whose face remained covered as he had yet to recover; none wanted to risk such punishnt themselves.
Jas Clark hesitated before approaching Christopher, gritting his teeth.
“Forgive , Master Johnson—he leaves no choice.”
Christopher’s eyes burned with fury as he roared, “Jas Clark, how dare you!”
Jas Clark clenched his jaw.
“Master Johnson, it’s his ultimatum; don’t hold it against .” With that, he struck Christopher across the face.
Soon, Jas Clark delivered ten successive slaps, leaving Christopher’s face swollen and bruised.
Jas barked, “You’re free to go,” prompting Clark to flee without looking back.
Watching Jas keep his word, the others hesitated no longer.
Each exchanged a brief apology with Christopher before delivering their own sequence of harsh slaps and hastily escaping.
Even Larry Frank delivered ten blows to Christopher before departing.
“Y-you traitorous bastards!
How dare you hit !
I’ll never forgive you for this!” Christopher was fuming, blood boiling in rage.
Being beaten by Jas was bad enough, but to endure the humiliation of his friends and subordinates slapping him was unbearable.
“Now it’s just you and ,” Jas said leisurely, eyes fixed on Christopher’s.
Christopher shivered, realizing he was alone against Jas now.
His haughtiness lted into panic as he stamred, “W-what more do you want from ?”
Jas sneered.
“Simple: breaking your legs.” Without further ado, he delivered swift kicks to each of Christopher’s legs.
Christopher scread in agony, collapsing to the ground and holding his legs as he wailed like a slaughtered animal.
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