Super Spender - Chapter 241

Chapter 241: 235

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“Oh, think you’re high and mighty?” Finn Lewis turned and walked to Brian Barry, smiling as he swung the handgun in his hand and asked.

Brian swallowed hard. Finn was wearing a smile, but for whatever reason, he could feel a deep chill around him. It was as if one wrong word from him would put him at the receiving end of a bullet from Finn’s gun, right at his forehead. He had only experienced this kind of feeling from a few unpredictable leaders of powerful factions during his days as a mercenary.

Such people were doubtlessly the most terrifying. Even the gorgeous woman behind Finn sent shivers down his spine. Dressed in typical urban office attire, with a constant smile on her face, yet the way she pulled the trigger without hesitation revealed a remorseless killer.

Brian didn’t know that Jay Sommer was actually an intelligent disguise robot without any emotions, all of her feelings were only simulated calculations by a data processor. Thus, it was natural for her not to feel fear or hesitation. In her logical mind, once an optimal choice was made based on an evaluation, she would carry it out immediately with no room for hesitation.

“No, no, it’s just that I didn’t want to cause any trouble for you, Mr. Lewis,” Brian quickly replied with a forced smile.

“I’ll say it once again. Yves King, right? Apparently, you have a record of this kind of behavior. I don’t care about your relationship with Emma Lewis, but remember this: she cannot be your fiancée, got it?” Finn turned and walked over to Yves King, brushing off the two bodyguards standing in his way.

Neither of the bodyguards dared to resist. Finn was still holding a gun. They could have snatched the weapon out of his amateur hands at any time, but they all remembered the lots of guns still pointed at their heads. Whoever fired first could expect a self-explanatory outcome. Moreover, even if they did manage to take Finn hostage, would that really resolve everything?

“I… I heard you.” Yves King looked like he was about to cry.

“I know letting you go doesn’t necessarily mean you would call off the engagement, but do you think spreading today’s events would make a difference? Consider doing some research to see what you can find,” Finn suggested calmly.

“I wouldn’t dare,” Yves King replied, knowing better.

“So what are you waiting for? Will you break your own arms, or shall I do it for you? Let me tell you something: if you do it yourself and go to the hospital, you’ll be fine in about a month. But if I have to do it, it might be a comminuted fracture. I’m sure you understand the difference,” Finn said, walking over to Yves King and patting his face with a smirk.

“Yes, I understand,” Yves King managed to say, his face pale.

“Mr. Lewis, I’ll do it,” Brian, who had been standing off to the side, suddenly offered.

“Alright.” Finn agreed after some thought. He then turned to leave Yves King’s side. Brian patched up his leg wound and the torn part of his shirt with a bandage from a bodyguard. He limped to their car, retrieved an iron bar from the trunk, and returned to Yves King.

He then leaned in to Yves King’s ear and whispered something to him. Yves King looked at Finn standing off to the side before reluctantly nodding.

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. King.” Brian apologized before taking a few steps back. Yves King propped his hand in mid-air, falling pale as his body trembled. He probably would have collapsed if one of his bodyguards had not remained close enough to support him.

With gritted teeth, Brian swung the iron bar heavily at Yves King’s arm. An eerie, twisting arc formed instantly with Yves King’s arm as a blood-curdling scream escaped him, his entire body collapsing onto his bodyguard.

Having no choice, another bodyguard stepped forward to support Yves King. “There’s still one more,” Finn said, his expression unchanged.

Brian gritted his teeth and limped to Yves King’s other side, repeating his earlier action. His other arm was now broken as well. Upon breaking the second arm, Brian discarded the iron rod and spoke through gritted teeth: “We can leave now, can’t we?”

Although Yves King hadn’t passed out, he was clearly worn out, his whimpering audible. Unlike Brian, who acted nonchalantly despite being shot, Yves King could barely stand straight.

“We can go now. I know you won’t give up. But if you want revenge, bring it on,” Finn spoke nonchalantly.

“Young mister.” As soon as Finn stopped speaking, Jay Sommer, who was standing behind Finn, spoke up.

“Hmm? What’s going on?” Finn Lewis asked, giving a nod prompting Jay Sommer to speak.

“Sir, I’ve just assessed the force, angle, and level of distortion in Yves King’s arm. I can tell that it’s a severe dislocation rather than a bone fracture, and the actual damage is not substantial,” Jay Sommer said calmly. His voice rang through Brian Barry’s mind like an explosion.

Brian Barry felt a shiver run across his scalp. Glancing towards the calm figure of Jay Sommer, he knew his own ability to assess such injuries was thanks to his deep understanding of the human body, which was gained in the battlefield. But how was it that Jay Sommer, a soft-spoken young woman, was able to deduce the same just by observing from the side, even in the darkness?

In Brian Barry’s mind, Jay Sommer’s girlish demeanor was a mere ruse – she was probably a trained bodyguard too. Female bodyguards were not uncommon in the industry, but these were typically very sharp individuals. The group of hefty men surrounding her further validated this, their formidable presence leaving Brian Barry trembling inwardly.

From the beginning, they had been pointing their guns at him, and now, after all this time, the barrels of their guns hadn’t wavered at all. He knew that automatic rifles weren’t light to handle, to keep them so steady without a twitch was an act of exceptional training.

What kind of people are these? Brian Barry didn’t know how many times he’d questioned himself. But now, he didn’t dare to voice his thoughts. Everyone became still, as if awaiting judgement from Finn Lewis. Only Yves King was visibly agitated.

Finn Lewis glanced back at Yves King and said, “Forget about it. Let them go. This bodyguard shows some real grit, he’s lucky. We shouldn’t make things more difficult for him.”

Finn Lewis’s words made Brian Barry pause, and a bitter smile tugged at his lips. But he didn’t dare to reply until Finn signaled them to leave. Brian quickly coordinated the bodyguards to help Yves King into the car.

“Sir, they all have lots of handguns on them. Should we confiscate them? We should find their fingerprints on them,” Jay Sommer suggested.

“Nevermind, they have powerful connections that can cover this up. We should go too, it’s getting late and I need to get some sleep,” Finn Lewis declared, giving a dismissive wave of his hand.

“Yes, sir.” Jay Sommer nodded while Brian, who had overheard this, couldn’t help but stiffen. Soon he relaxed.

Finn waved his hand and cleared a path so they could leave. Once their vehicles departed, Finn turned to Jay Sommer, “Well, I admit, it was satisfying to see that guy almost pee his pants with fear. But what if someone comes to investigate this later?”

“Sir, don’t worry. After our analysis, there’s less than a 2.2% chance the other side will publicize this incident, so we don’t have to worry about that,” Jay Sommer assured him respectfully.

“Alright, I’ll leave it to you. Let’s go home,” Finn responded.

“Yes,” Jay nodded, quickly coordinating everyone to leave the scene. Finn headed to his car and upon getting in, noticed Emma Lewis staring blankly. When she spotted Finn, she gave a start.

Finn almost laughed, ‘You can be scared, too.”

“What kind of person are you?” Emma didn’t react to Finn’s teasing. Instead, she looked at him in fear like a wounded bird. The recent events were too shocking for Emma. For her, the King Family was mighty and untouchable. Maybe the concept of family and power was too remote for ordinary people, but in the Flame Nation, it was a culture deeply ingrained in their bones.

Even ordinary people from big families maintained household trees. A casual glance at their records would reveal extensive families with thousands of members.

Finn knew his own family had a genealogy record, supposedly going back to a direct descendant of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. Finn’s grandfather once showed him the modern printed 16K version. It was as thick as the Xinhua Dictionary, but even this was just a fraction of the original volumes that were now considered cultural relics.

Despite being a prominent family, the King Family wasn’t immune from harm. Yves King was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered in front of Finn Lewis, having no power to resist.

No one had ever laid a finger on him, much less broken two of his arms. Now, he was thrashed by Finn Lewis. This harsh lesson was something that Yves would probably never forget in his lifetime..