Son-In-Law Gets an Upgrade by Mr. Adeel

Chapter 1087 He Is My Brother

“Flynn?” Tears of excitement welled up in Tigris’ eyes when he recognized the person standing before him as Flynn. His reaction resembled that of a fangirl meeting her idol, unable to contain the overwhelming emotions within. Oh, my God. It’s Flynn Dunn!

Flynn, Nebula City’s king of the underworld, was an idol in the hearts of those hooligans. They all aspired to become someone like Flynn.

“What are you doing here, Flynn? Did you come to look for me? I’ll be more than willing to follow you if you want me to become your lackey!” Tigris speculated that Flynn must have arrived here to enlist him as his subordinate.

Slap!

Flynn’s palm struck Tigris’ cheek with immense force, causing it to quiver uncontrollably and dislodging two of his teeth.

Tigris was utterly perplexed, unable to comprehend why Flynn would strike him. As a mere street hooligan, he could not fathom how he could have possibly offended someone of such high stature.

Tigris’ henchmen, who were on the verge of attacking Alex, witnessed the sudden twist of events. Once they recognized it was Flynn who had delivered the blow to Tigris, not a single one of them dared to step forward and defend their boss.

“Who did you say you wanted to cripple, huh? Say it again. I’m all ears!” Flynn’s expression turned serious as he confronted Tigris, leaning in close to the latter’s ear.

situation. He realized that Flynn ha slapped

are you mistaking him for someone else? The person I want to beat

face, even stronger than before. The impact caused his

you can escape unscathed? You’ve got some nerve!” Flynn exclaimed, delivering a forceful kick to Tigris’ belly, sending him flying more than

hand on

exchanged fearful glances, not daring to utter a word, their hearts filled with

following Tigris’ orders. Please don’t be mad at us!” one of

idea he was your brother. If I had known, I would

us, Flynn! It really has nothing to do with us. We were only following Tigris orders,” the third person chimed in.

and cries for mercy filling the air. Offending someone of Flynn’s stature meant more than facing physical harm or being crippled.

been kicked away, crawled back on his knees, joining the rest of the hooligans in their desperate pleas for forgiveness. As the instigator of the incident, he understood that his very existence would

me that you’ve offended. It’s

casual demeanor, engaging in banter,

identity of the king of the underworld. The intensity of his presence

did earlier. Please don’t be mad at me. I had nothing to do with this.