Chapter 63: Bullying in Public
Tony’s single line had detonated the entire food hall.
The mont his words about Elsa spread through the air, the atmosphere turned chaotic.
Conversations overlapped, whispers multiplied, and within seconds, what began as a confrontation beca a spectacle. Disciples from outside rushed in, drawn by curiosity, while others imdiately activated their golden orbs and mobile devices to capture every mont.
Tony stood there calmly, completely unaffected, while the storm he created grew larger around him.
The hamr-wielding young man shifted his gaze toward Elsa, with a look of doubt.
"Bond, don’t believe him. I won’t even allow this fellow to touch my fingertips. He is just speaking nonsense," Elsa said in a hurried tone as she struggled to face everyone staring at her with suspicion.
Tony tilted his head slightly, his expression almost thoughtful.
"Yes.. yes... she is right. I only touched once... didn’t do any squeezing act," Tony said like an honest witness.
The reaction was imdiate. Gasps... Shock.
A few even laughed nervously, unable to process whether this was truth or mockery.
"You black suitcase, don’t try your evil mouth on Elsa. She is a good girl," The Hamr guy nad Bond reacted first.
Tony turned his full attention toward him, finally giving him the acknowledgnt he had been craving.
"Oh, how do you know? By any chance are you changing diapers for Elsa?" Tony asked with a real look of doubt.
The insult landed heavily.
Bond’s face twisted in rage, his grip tightening around the hamr as veins bulged across his arm.
"You—!"
He raised the hamr instantly, ready to smash it down on Tony’s skull.
But before he could move, Elsa grabbed his shoulder tightly.
"Bond, don’t waste your strength on him. He is unworthy of your hamr," Elsa said hurriedly. Unlike Bond Elsa clearly knew what would happen if they crossed a line. Tony has the support of his brother Leo and wife Lily who were grand master warriors and core disciples.
Tony chuckled softly.
"Yes... don’t waste your strength. Do oil massage for that hamr every day," Tony said with a mocking smile.
The crowd reacted again, so laughing, so whispering, others watching with growing anticipation.
Elsa’s patience snapped.
"Tony, stop blabbering nonsense. Do you think this is your ho? If I say one word my boyfriend Bond will definitely break your every bone with his hamr. Inside the academy only strength matters. A talent-less 12th class disciple like you won’t even be worthy to stand before him. So know your place," Elsa hissed in a threatening tone while pointing directly at Tony’s face.
Suddenly Tony’s smile vanished... He stared at her for a second with a serious look.
Then—
He slowly took out his golden orb.
The movent alone silenced a portion of the crowd.
The next second, a woman’s face appeared on the orb, dressed in a professional suit, her expression calm and composed.
"Young master, what is your command?" the lady asked from the other end in a respectful tone.
Tony didn’t hesitate.
"Malkin, how much ti will it take for my Clark family to completely annihilate the Clay family from the face of the earth?" Tony asked in a loud tone.
The words dropped like a bomb... The entire hall froze.
Elsa’s face turned pale instantly as she stared at the projection, recognizing the identity behind the screen.
All the spectators stared at the orb with shock, unable to believe what they had just heard.
"Young Master Tony, it will hardly take one hour. Should I take action?" Malkin asked, with a cold smile which felt like a devil’s smile.
Silence... Absolute silence.
Tony slowly turned his head. "What do you say, Elsa?"
Elsa Clay trembled.
Her confidence— Gone.
Her arrogance— Shattered.
"I’m sorry Tony, I forgot my own place. Please I beg you, don’t involve my family. Please spare . My father will kill
if he knows that I ss with the Clark family. Please..." Tears stread down her face as she stepped back repeatedly before turning and running out of the hall without looking back.
The crowd watched in stunned silence.
Tony casually closed the golden orb... His gaze locked onto Bond.
"What is it, lover boy? Do you also want a special show?" Tony asked with a cold smile.
For a brief second— Everyone expected Bond to back down. But instead— He laughed.
"Hahahah..." Bond’s laughter echoed loudly, filled with arrogance and defiance. "You can’t threaten everyone with your family na, Tony Clark. I also heard many stories about your evil deeds. Now I understand how shaless you are to use your family background to bully won."
The crowd stirred again with anticipation.
"But your tricks won’t work against ... because I am an orphan. You can only beat
with strength, which you don’t have. What a pity...!" Bond continued, spinning his hamr confidently as if he had already won.
Cheers began to rise. "Beat him!"
"Yes, beat him, he is the evil black suitcase!"
"Beat him... he ca through connections... he must know his place!"
The voices grew louder, more aggressive, feeding Bond’s confidence.
People who can’t face Tony, began shouting from behind while hiding their faces carefully.
Tony stood still while waiting patiently. Because he knew one thing clearly... The one who attacks first— Loses. He survived many argunts inside the Clark family based on this one rule. The timing of action is very important.
Bond, however, had already lost control over logic.
"Why are you silent, pink boy? Now you realize your position? Hahaha, how do you feel? Now do you feel helpless?" Bond asked with a confident laugh as he increased the circling speed of his hamr.
The weapon whistled through the air, building montum.
The snow leopard crouched low, ready to spring at the slightest command.
"Beat him... Don’t waste the ti," soone shouted loudly from the crowd.
The pressure mounted... Bond’s breathing grew heavier..
And finally— Bond moved with a loud roar.
"USSSSShoo!"
The hamr shot forward with full force, aid directly at Tony’s head. People in the back rows stood up on food tables to witness the impact.
"Oh My God..."
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