Chapter 615 Slapping the Faces of Many Family Heads
This guy? None other than James himself.
He looked like a demon straight out of hell, drenched in blood and radiating pure menace.
Now, James was battered and scarred, but no one was dumb enough to underestimate him. Just the sight of him sent shivers down their spines.
Five elite fourth-stage fighters, twenty-seven third-stage powerhouses—this was practically a small army, representing a huge chunk of several families' combined strength. They'd come to wipe James out in one go. Instead, he turned the tables and wiped them out.
So, what is James—man or monster?
Tomas couldn't stop shaking. For the first time ever, he felt completely out of his depth—this was way beyond his control. He'd always been a sharp operator, and he'd spent ages preparing for this exact scenario. But here he was, outmaneuvered by James, some kid he'd barely even thought twice about.
The other family heads weren't faring any better. They'd been through some crazy stuff, but they'd never seen anything like James. The only person who might've been this strong was the legendary Sword God—but that guy had vanished ages ago.
"Wh-what the hell is he?" someone stammered, their voice quaking. Nobody had an answer.
Wylie and Usher were no exception—they were absolutely terrified of James. Honestly, they were half-convinced he could take them out with a single flick of his finger.
Before, they'd been jealous of James, chalking up his strength to dumb luck or some fluke that let him surpass them. But now? Jealousy was the last thing on their minds. All they felt was pure, bone-deep fear and a grudging respect!
James took a deep breath. He had won. This was the most intense battle he had ever encountered since his debut, hovering on the edge of life and death several times. If he hadn't been strong enough, he would have died!
But fortunately, he made it through. Except for James, everyone else was down.
James was very tired, almost exhausted. His lungs burned with every breath. At this moment, any martial artist could easily defeat him.
But James was not afraid at all because he knew that no one would dare to take that risk now.
James walked up to Tomas and stared at him. Tomas felt his scalp tingle under James's gaze, struggling to maintain his dignity as the head of the first family. "James, what do you want to do?"
Wham! James slapped Tomas across the face.
Everyone's jaws dropped. Did he really just do that? Slap Tomas, of all people?
But honestly, no one thought it was out of line. With the kind of power and presence James was throwing around, slapping Tomas seemed almost… fitting.
Tomas was furious. He had never suffered such humiliation, but he didn't dare to make a move against James. The scene of James defeating more than thirty martial artists alone had left him too shocked and terrified.
"You—" he started, but before he could finish, James hit him again.
Tomas's face twisted in rage, but the others were too stunned to even react. James was on another level—completely untouchable. After tonight, there'd be no doubt about it: James's name would be legendary.
After slapping Tomas, James continued to slap the other family heads, sparing none. These family heads wanted to run but didn't have the courage because they felt from James's eyes that if they dared to run, James would definitely kill them!
Even though James now seemed to be at his limit, they didn't dare to gamble, standing there one by one, getting slapped by James.
Wylie and Usher watched the whole thing go down, their minds completely blown. There was only one word for James: untouchable.
After laying into each family head, James shot a cold glare around the room and declared, "From this moment on, the Smiths are the top dogs in the City of Mysteries. In one week, I'm taking over as head of the family, and I'm throwing a ceremony. Miss it, and you're dead. Period!"
After saying this, he gave Wylie and Usher a look, signaling that they could leave.
Wylie and Usher quickly nodded and escorted him away.
Once he got into the car, his tense body immediately collapsed, lying weakly in the car, gasping for breath.
"James, are you okay?" Wylie asked worriedly.
James gave a weak wave. "I'm fine, just wiped. I'm gonna crash for a bit. Wake me when we're home."
With that, he shut his eyes and was out cold.
"Got it." Wylie and Usher shared a look. They knew James was running on fumes, but even so, they wouldn't dare cross him.
After returning to the Smith family, James slept for two days and two nights, fully recovering his strength. When everyone saw him again, they found he looked more like an ordinary person, gentle and elegant, like a teacher, without any aura of a strong person. However, all the members of the Smith family did not dare to underestimate him. Instead, they were even more respectful towards him.
In these two days, the news of James defeating more than thirty martial artists alone at the Golden Dragon banquet and slapping each family head had spread throughout the City of Mysteries. He had also issued a final notice: anyone who did not attend his family head inheritance ceremony in a week would be eliminated. How arrogant and domineering was that?
The entire Smith family was shocked for a long time upon hearing this news. Even Alistair was scared, not expecting James to make such a grand event.
But they also felt genuinely proud. Now, whenever they stepped out, people in their circle looked at them differently—way more respect, way less side-eye. Those who used to talk down to them suddenly were all about the Smiths. And all of it was thanks to James. So yeah, they were all in on James as the family head. No questions, no doubts—just full-on loyalty.
As for Jennifer, her status was even more elevated, and Harmony was also highly respected.
For them, it was like a dream. They never expected James to be so powerful!
After waking up, James talked with Alistair for a long time, discussing the upcoming matters.
Five days later, all the big-shot family heads in the City of Mysteries would be there to see James take the reins as the head of the Smith family.
But every single one of those family heads clammed up. No comments, no reactions, nothing. Even the Stewarts and the Wards, who usually had plenty to say, stayed tight-lipped. The outside world was going nuts with rumors, but inside the city? Crickets.
It was like the calm before the storm.
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