Chapter 2

Finn took a step back, swung his hand violently, and roared at everyone around the hall, "Get him! Beat this bastard to death! If anyone dies, I'll take responsibility!"

Following Finn's roar, the hidden doors on both sides of the hall were instantly pushed open. Dozens of black-suited bodyguards holding batons, with fierce faces, rushed out like wolves and tigers, surrounding Frank completely.

"Frank, run!" Sophia screamed desperately.

Facing dozens of murderous thugs, Frank didn't retreat even half a step. Instead, he sneered coldly.

His left hand still firmly gripped the tattered military flag stuck in the shattered marble, his figure like an immovable towering mountain.

"Since you're all rushing to die, I'll grant your wish."

As soon as he finished speaking, the first three black-suited bodyguards had already raised their batons, smashing them down hard at Frank's head.

"You're asking for it!"

Frank's eyes turned cold. With one hand on the flag, his right arm shot out like a bolt of black lightning.

No one could see clearly how he struck. They only heard three extremely dull thuds.

The three thugs' chests caved in instantly. They flew backward, spraying blood, smashing rows of wooden chairs to pieces. After hitting the ground, they stopped moving.

"Everyone attack together! Kill him!" the bodyguard captain roared with bloodshot eyes.

Dozens of bodyguards frantically rushed toward the man holding the flag in the center of the hall.

However, what happened next left all the elites in the room completely horrified, as if they were witnessing the real Grim Reaper.

Frank stood in place, his left hand gripping the military flag tightly, not even moving his feet. With just his right hand, he created a flurry of afterimages.

"My hand!"

Every punch landed with a teeth-grinding sound of breaking bones.

Every palm strike sent a bodyguard screaming with torn tendons and broken bones.

The batons hitting his body made dull metallic sounds and bent out of shape. But Frank's fists were like the Grim Reaper's hammer—whatever they touched shattered.

In just thirty seconds, the dozens of previously arrogant black-suited bodyguards were all lying in pools of blood with broken arms and legs, letting out miserable wails. The hall floor was stained red with blood, like a living hell.

Complete silence filled the room.

The wild laughter on Finn's face completely froze. His whole body stiffened, his eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets, his legs shaking uncontrollably.

"What... what are you... human or ghost..."

Frank slowly withdrew his right hand, shook off the blood on his knuckles, held the military flag in one hand, and walked toward Finn step by step.

His military boots stepped on blood and broken glass, making a bone-chilling sound.

"Don't come closer! I'm the heir of the Morgan family! If you dare touch me, my dad will chop you up and feed you to the dogs!" Finn backed away in terror, finally falling beside the golden basin filled with alcohol.

Frank looked down at him from above, his eyes devoid of any human warmth.

"You just said you wanted my comrade's sister to drink this?"

Frank's hand shot out like lightning, grabbing Finn's hair and lifting him up entirely.

"No... I won't drink it... let me go!" Finn struggled desperately.

Frank didn't waste words. His right hand suddenly grabbed Finn's index and middle fingers and twisted hard.

The intense pain made Finn let out a heart-wrenching scream. His two fingers were twisted and deformed, white bone piercing through the skin.

"Drink," Frank's voice was cold as ice.

His left hand gripped Finn's jaw tightly, forcibly dislocating it so he couldn't close his mouth. His right hand picked up the glass of murky alcohol floating with cigarette ash and filth, and mercilessly poured it down Finn's throat.

The foul, dirty water mixed with Finn's own blood was swallowed gulp by gulp.

Finn was thrown to the ground, clutching his throat and retching violently, almost vomiting bile. At this moment, he was like the most pathetic stray dog.

Watching this scene, the guests were scared out of their wits, without even the strength to run. This Frank was a madman. He actually dared to cripple Finn in public in New York.

Just then, the church's heavy oak doors were violently burst open.

Piercing sirens sounded outside the church, and red and blue police lights illuminated the entire night sky.

"Everyone put your hands on your heads! Don't move!"

A middle-aged man in a suit and gold-rimmed glasses, surrounded by more than a dozen heavily armed riot police, strode in quickly.

The newcomer was none other than Finn's father's chief secretary—Carlos White.

Carlos glanced at the bodyguards wailing on the ground, then at Finn on the floor vomiting dirty water with broken fingers, his face instantly darkening.

"Mr. White! Save me! Kill him! Shoot this bastard dead!" Finn saw a glimmer of hope and crawled behind the police, screaming with blood in his mouth.

Carlos pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and pulled out a stamped document from his jacket, slamming it hard on a nearby table.

"I'm Carlos, chief secretary of Morgan Group! This is the highest-level arrest warrant issued by the city government!"

Carlos pointed at Frank in the center of the hall and sneered coldly, "Publicly attacking people with weapons, maiming dozens, attempted murder of the Morgan family heir! You think you can fight? Let's see if you're faster than bullets today!"

More than a dozen black assault rifles were instantly raised, with over a dozen red laser sights locked dead on Frank's forehead, heart, and limbs.

With just one word from Carlos, Frank would be shot dead instantly.

With more than a dozen guns backing him up, Finn regained his arrogant and twisted expression.

Clutching his broken fingers and hiding behind the police, he laughed maniacally at Frank, "Weren't you so tough just now! Come on, hit me! Hit me again if you dare!"

"Let me tell you, you're dead today! Once you're in prison, I'll personally break your bones inch by inch and cut the flesh off your body piece by piece!"

Finn turned to look at Sophia nearby, his eyes full of vicious hatred, "And you, bitch! After I kill him, I'll find a hundred homeless men to take good care of you tonight!"

Hearing Finn's demonic curse and seeing the dozen assault rifles ready to fire at any moment, Sophia completely broke down.

She knew the Morgan family had huge influence in New York, with connections in both the underworld and authorities. No matter how good Frank was at fighting, he couldn't possibly fight against fully armed police and an arrest warrant. If this standoff continued, Frank would definitely be shot dead on the spot.

"No! Don't shoot!"

Sophia rushed forward crying, blocking Frank with her body, spreading her arms, her thin frame trembling desperately.

"Mr. White, there must be a mistake with the arrest warrant! I hurt them! Arrest me!"

Sophia turned around, tears streaming down her face as she looked up at Frank, pushing his chest pleadingly, "Frank, go! You can't fight them! They'll really shoot!"

Then she turned around, facing those dark gun barrels, and dropped to her knees with a thud.

"Finn, I'll marry you! I'll marry you right now! I'll drink, I'll kowtow to you! Please let him go, he's just a retired soldier, please don't kill him."

Frank watched Sophia, who was willing to endure all humiliation for him, and looked at those arrogant elites and police.

His eyes turned completely cold.

He slowly reached out and gently pulled the kneeling, crying Sophia up, protecting her behind him.

"Sophia, remember what I said earlier?"

Frank gripped the bullet-riddled military flag with one hand, fearlessly facing the dozen loaded assault rifles. His thin lips parted, his voice like the Grim Reaper's whisper, "I said today's laws can't touch him."

"I will."