This kind of woman should not marry into his family and burden her son.
Yet, Brian felt as though it was mid-summer and he had just guzzled an icy soda, incredibly refreshing.
Such motherly protection truly was great!
At this moment, the surrounding crowd was drawn by the somber atmosphere.
They looked over, whispering among themselves.
They enjoyed watching scenes .
Feeling the commotion around them,
Now that they had torn off all pretenses,
she stopped pretending and looked at Brian, "Sorry, I haven’t seen Susan for a long time, I got a bit too excited and missed what you just said. Oh, were you about to thank me?"
"Yes, thanks for bringing that bag of grass beside you as a clown at my celebration, entertaining us all.
And yes, Susan’s right, your son doesn’t look very smart.
But he does look much better than you.
I can’t imagine how good your husband’s genes must be to mend your inferior ones and produce such a pretty vase. Are you sure you didn’t pick up the wrong child back then?"
Beside him, Susan looked at Brian with admiration.
When it came to sharp tongues, she couldn’t equal a tenth of Brian’s.
Oli was infuriated by Brian’s piercing comments.
In fact, coming from a combat unit with a high fatality rate, she herself belonged to the lower ranks,
and her husband had taken a liking to her mainly for her high-quality enhancer status, to improve his offspring’s genetics, and had barely touched her since.
Brian’s words undeniably pushed Oli to recall those unbearable memories.
She was angry, and her son beside her was even angrier.
"You bastard, I want to duel with you!" the handsome young man shouted, his voice echoing throughout the hall.
The entire venue suddenly fell silent.
Xide also put down his wine glass, interestedly watching the unfolding drama.
He was curious to see how Brian, who was as handsome as his younger self and had similar experiences, would react.
Watching the enraged handsome young man, Brian grinned, showing off his ghastly white teeth, "A duel, huh? I usually aim for the face, and it’s gonna hurt, you sure?"
The young man’s eyes were icy, "I, Lenny Mensa, challenge you, peasant, to a duel!"
Brian nodded, "Fine, I accept your challenge, let’s begin."
The handsome young man took a deep breath, nodding, "I..."
there was a light snap.
The handsome young man beside Oli had vanished.
Brian retracted his hand, spreading his arms towards the stunned crowd, helplessly saying, "Everyone saw, he nodded in agreement to start."
You, a Dawn Warrior skilled in hand-to-hand combat, who could be likened to a warrior against a hundred men in ancient times, just sneaked in a sneak attack, really underhanded!
Oli, probably out of touch from combat for a long time, only reacted after her son was already sent flying.
She let out a shrill scream and rushed three meters to the right, toward Lenny, whose right cheek was severely indented and who had passed out. She tried to help him up.
As a result, with her movement, Lenny groaned twice, and a large amount of accumulated blood and dislodged teeth flowed from his mouth. Nowhere was there the handsome posture from before, just a wretched dead dog.
Brian, with a look of apology, said, "I told you, I specialize in hitting faces, and it hurts a lot, but your son wouldn’t listen. No need to thank me, we are colleagues after all. It’s better I teach him a lesson than have him die outside, bringing shame to our NW organization."
"You’re too arrogant!"
She glared at Brian in front of her, her eyes instantly turning cat-like as she erupted with a chilling murderous intent, "Young man, don’t be too arrogant. There are some people you can’t afford to provoke!"
The smile on Brian’s face also disappeared, and he shielded Susan behind him:
"Not arrogant, or still young?
In your foolish understanding that’s as dumb as a sow’s, should others be lower than you, subjected to your insults?
It’s your own face that came in close to be lost!"
Brian’s leg muscles, hidden under his neatly pressed trousers, began warming up and tremoring, ensuring in an instant he could cross four to five meters to trample this delusional middle-aged woman underfoot, crippling her limbs!
Having offended her now, he shouldn’t hold back.
Strike hard with one punch, to avoid a hundred more.
Today, if someone dared to come close, he was ready to assert his dominance!
Ever since Oli had married into a wealthy family and had been pampered for many years, she had long since lost the endurance and patience she had during missions. Almost the instant after Brian finished speaking, her hands drew two streaks of afterimages.
Deputy Director Xide, sensing trouble, threw his wine glass and shouted to stop, but it was a moment too late.
The continuous gunfire suppressed Xide’s voice.
Oli, true to her title of Sharpshooter, moved so fast that most people couldn’t even see what she did or even know where she hid her gun before numerous bullets appeared in front of Brian.
Brian neither dodged nor avoided, forcibly keeping Susan, who wanted to draw her gun and return fire, in place.
His body trembled slightly.
Bullet holes pierced through his newly received special uniform, looking like cleats, difficult to dislodge from the muscle in his limbs.
Brian looked down, watching the blood slowly leak out, and a vicious smile appeared on his lips: "This uniform has good bulletproof effects."
One by one, the bullets, forcibly squeezed out of the muscles, fell to the ground. The crisp sound they made was like drum beats striking against the hearts of everyone present.
Oli, seeing those bullets forced out, felt her scalp tingle.
This man is a monster!
The firearms she carried, though not custom-made, were sufficient to penetrate that special uniform, causing substantial damage. Even a typical Dawn Warrior wouldn’t have such resilience!
Let alone someone who had joined the NW organization just over two months ago!
The critical point was that this was inside the base, she didn’t bring her own equipment and spare magazines!
Oli realized the trouble she was in.
A shooter, out of bullets, targeted by a frontline fighter, what would her fate be?
She looked towards the cold-faced Deputy Director of Operations, Xide, in terror, about to beg for mercy.
A towering figure appeared before her, looking down at her, the corners of his mouth in a vicious smile, revealing sinisterly pale teeth: "Madam, when you do something wrong, you must pay the price..."