Chapter 12: Tremble, tremble as much as you can! (3)
"Paul, maybe you think I can only rely on brute strength, but in my eyes, your family is no more significant than an ant."
John spoke in a low, composed voice as he stood in front of Paul.
Bang!
Startled, Paul took a step back and accidentally struck the corner of the table with his back, wincing in pain.
Shame!
As the head of the illustrious Holland Family, he had just been frightened—by nothing more than a young man's words.
"I... I admit you're skilled at fighting," Paul stammered, regaining his composure and then shouting in anger, "but no matter how strong you are, you're still just one man! Can you fight against the entire Holland Family?"
His voice rang out, trying to drown his embarrassment.
The stunned crowd finally snapped back to reality.
They had all been shocked by John's incredible combat ability. He had just fought off over a dozen bodyguards single-handedly—without even a scratch. Was this some kind of movie stunt?
And yet, despite their awe, most agreed with Paul.