CHAPTER 407: CHAPTER 210 THE GLORY OF THE KNIGHT CLAN IS NOT WORTH MENTIONING

As his number one subordinate was defeated, it was like toppling the first domino in a line; the rest of the subordinates couldn’t last more than 30 seconds in Lin Beichen’s hands.

In a flash of lightning and thunder, Lin Beichen seemed to be enveloped by the Thunder itself. With every strike, a sizzling sound akin to roasting meat echoed, accompanied by the screams of his subordinates, each falling to the ground charred.

Due to the interference of the thunder, Brooklyn couldn’t comprehend what was happening. But as he saw his subordinates lying on the ground, emanating the smell of cooked meat, fear inevitably surfaced in his heart.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Brooklyn’s body was still as if immobilized, watching his subordinates writhe and wail on the ground.

Those who could scream were the lucky ones because those who couldn’t make a sound had already turned into warm corpses under Lin Beichen’s attacks.

After dealing with all of Brooklyn’s subordinates, Lin Beichen didn’t hurry to make a move. Instead, he approached Brooklyn again.

All the previous arrogance in Brooklyn was gone. He looked like a frightened little bird. Seeing Lin Beichen step by step towards him, Brooklyn kept retreating.

"What... what do you want?"

Brooklyn’s trembling voice reached Lin Beichen’s ears.

Lin Beichen smiled slightly. At this moment, Brooklyn was no longer considered an opponent, at most a dog who had lost the courage to resist.

"You haven’t forgotten that I said I came to avenge my friend, have you?"

Lin Beichen’s smile, in Brooklyn’s eyes, was nothing short of the smile of death. Brooklyn continued retreating until he bumped into the plane behind him, having no choice but to stop.

"Give me a chance, I’m willing to compensate."

Brooklyn shouted hysterically.

"Just name a price, and I can meet it."

"Do you think I need your money?"

Lin Beichen shook his head.

Although Lin Beichen didn’t have much money on hand, it wasn’t an exaggeration. As long as he wanted, he could acquire great wealth.

It wasn’t daydreaming; Lin Beichen’s current strength was enough to support such thoughts.

No matter the world or the era, as long as you have strength, money is just a number. Lin Beichen believed that the higher-ups would be willing to pay if he asked.

Speaking, Lin Beichen grasped Brooklyn’s left hand. A green light flashed in his palm, and the sound of a pig being slaughtered escaped from Brooklyn’s mouth.

Brooklyn felt every cell in his body being pierced by needles. This intense pain quickly made him lose consciousness.

All this stimulated the onlookers like Gale. Though they didn’t know exactly what Lin Beichen did, Brooklyn’s reaction showed that his methods had far exceeded their expectations.

Electric Flash subconsciously swallowed, his eyes vacant as if talking to himself.

"To be honest, I now feel lucky I didn’t stand against the boss back then."

After saying this, Electric Flash instinctively covered his mouth. However, when he glanced at the other three, he noted they didn’t react much. Evidently, they were also immersed in Lin Beichen’s powerful methods and agreed with Electric Flash’s words.

Lin Beichen placed his right hand on Brooklyn’s head. A green light appeared, and Brooklyn’s eyes slowly opened.

What is true torture? Lin Beichen’s methods defined those two words perfectly.

Using his power to make his opponent faint from pain, then waking them up to continue the torture until they faint again. Repeating this endlessly, Brooklyn’s spirit and consciousness would soon be utterly shattered.

At that time, what Brooklyn would turn into depended on his own fate.

Sure enough, when Brooklyn opened his eyes, Lin Beichen grasped his other arm. Brooklyn widened his eyes and desperately tried to break free, but how could his strength be a match for Lin Beichen?

Electric Element’s power once again gathered in Lin Beichen’s hand. Numerous Electric Elements stimulated the cells in Brooklyn’s arm, not only destroying the cells but also turning the bones in Brooklyn’s arm into grilled ribs.

Sure enough, under the intense pain, Brooklyn fainted again. Lin Beichen, with a calm face, once again brought Brooklyn back from unconsciousness.

This time, Lin Beichen reached out for Brooklyn’s left leg.

"No! No!!!"

Brooklyn’s face showed horror. He now regretted opposing someone like Lin Beichen. But it was too late; his cries couldn’t evoke any mercy from Lin Beichen.

Lin Beichen didn’t consider himself ruthless, but he would never show mercy to those who harmed his close ones.

There was no possibility of converting the enemy or giving them any chance; Lin Beichen’s only approach was... total eradication!

Just as Brooklyn was about to close his eyes in despair, a familiar voice reached his ears.