"Then give it a try," Glen said as he leaped down from the second floor.

The man in the trench coat placed the cup down heavily, retracted his crossed leg, and stood up casually. He twisted his neck arrogantly and said,

"I haven't seriously demonstrated this power since I obtained it. It seems you'll be the lucky one to experience it."

The next moment, his eyes suddenly focused intently. With a powerful stomp on the ground, he lunged towards Glen in an instant!

At that moment, the man in the trench coat saw that the other's pitch - black pupils were fixed on his eyes, yet there was no change in the other's expression.

Hehe... As expected, he didn't react in time...

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, a palm landed on his face. Then, it was as if he had collided with a springy wall, and the momentum of his forward charge was pushed back starting from his head!

When the man in the trench coat came to his senses, he found, to his disbelief, that he was being held up by the face with one hand by the lad in front of him.

That palm was like a vice, gripping him tightly, and no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't break free.

Holding the man in the trench coat, who was a head taller than himself, Glen turned to Mrs. Ryan, who was gaping in astonishment, and said,

"Madam, I'm afraid that dealing with him here might dirty your house. I'll take him outside to finish this."

Without waiting for a response, Glen grabbed the man in the trench coat and walked out the door.

Perhaps feeling extremely humiliated, as soon as they were outside, a dark purple mist enveloped the man in the trench coat, and his strength suddenly increased.

Sensing that he could no longer hold the man with just one hand, Glen simply threw him to the side.

He casually scanned the surroundings.

Mrs. Ryan's house was in a pleasant neighborhood with quite a few residents. However, at this moment, all the doors and windows were tightly shut, and no one was wandering around the neighborhood.

Evidently, the residents had heard the commotion and had long since retreated into their homes.

"I admit that I underestimated you," the man in the trench coat said, rubbing his face. His eyes were filled with such hatred that he seemed to want to tear Glen to pieces. "Now, I'm going to show you what I'm really capable of!"

As he spoke, his trench coat flapped loudly as it was buffeted by the increasingly dense mist.

Fangs protruded from his mouth, and his muscles swelled, causing his clothes to bulge in large lumps.

"Wow, a transformation..." Glen clapped his hands in a rather disinterested manner. "Can't you come up with something more original?"

After the transformation, the man in the trench coat had grown a full size larger. His clothes barely held together, with countless rips appearing.

He roared, "What do you know! This is the supreme power bestowed upon us by the great Lord Glass! How could an ignorant mortal like you ever appreciate it!"

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"All right, all right, I get it. So, what is this Lord Glass? Is he really that powerful?"

"Lord Glass is a great being who will lead us to the highest status! Who gave you the right to mention his name in such a tone! You're simply courting death! Aah—!"

Glen's attitude successfully enraged this devout follower. The man let out a battle cry like rolling thunder and charged towards Glen with the force of a mountain!

However, Glen remained calm. He lowered his body, dodged the grabbing hand, shifted his center of gravity to the side, twisted his waist, and delivered a side kick!

His body moved like a precisely engineered machine, with every movement being accurate and timely.

With the sound of the wind being sliced by his side kick, the man in the trench coat spat out a mouthful of acid and was sent flying backwards.

This kick had the power that Glen had intended.

"Your attacks are so predictable. You're not much better than those street thugs," Glen retorted, echoing the earlier mockery.

"Oh! Goodness!" Mrs. Ryan's exclamation came from behind Glen.

Turning around, Glen smiled and said, "See, madam, I told you I'm quite skilled in combat."

Mrs. Ryan looked at the man in the trench coat, who no longer looked human and was writhing on the ground, clutching his stomach in pain. She shook her head and said,

"No, this can't be explained just by being good at fighting, my boy. Don't think you can fool me so easily."

Glen scratched his head awkwardly.

The man in the trench coat, who had fallen to the ground, felt the intense pain in his stomach gradually subside. He then rose to his feet once more, gasping for breath, and stared at Glen with an expression of disbelief.

"How did you do that?! With your meager strength, how could you possibly have accomplished such a feat!"

Glen was too lazy to answer his question. Instead, he turned to Mrs. Ryan behind him and said,

"Madam, the scene that follows may be rather gory. I would advise you to take cover. Don't forget that you are with child."

Initially, Mrs. Ryan had been about to say that it didn't matter, but the last sentence gave her pause.

Although she wasn't sure what effect witnessing a gory scene might have on a pregnant woman, she didn't want to take the risk. She chose to retreat into the house, simply urging Glen to be careful.

"Lad, I suggest you mind your own business. If you leave now, I won't inform our boss. Otherwise, if he sets his sights on you, you're done for!"

Noticing the faint glint of killing intent in Glen's gaze, the man in the trench coat, aware that he was no match, resorted to threats.

However, Glen merely sneered, "What? Weren't you just saying you were going to rip out my heart? Are you backing down now? Save your breath. It's useless. You can't escape."

"Is that so?" The man in the trench coat took a stealthy step backward, pressing against the house behind him. Then, he suddenly spun around, reached out, and shattered the wall, pulling out a gaunt man.

He let out a cold laugh. "If you don't want this innocent man to meet a tragic end, you'd better let me go. Otherwise..."

As he spoke, he suddenly gripped the gaunt man's neck. The man looked at Glen, pleading for help. "Help... save me..."

Upon seeing this scene, Glen merely furrowed his brow. After just two seconds, he spread his hands and said, "All right, you win. You can go."

The man in the trench coat had never expected it to be this easy and was momentarily stunned.

"A wise choice." He quickly regained his composure and broke into a smile.

Once I get away, I'll kill this unfortunate fellow. Does this fool really think I'll let him go? He's just a naive lad... The man in the trench coat sneered inwardly.

However, just as he backed away with the hostage and was about to turn and leave.

Glen's voice, cold and menacing, sounded just a few centimeters from the back of his head.

"I was kidding."

The breath from Glen's words brushed against the hairs on the back of his neck.

The man in the trench coat felt a chill run down his spine, and an overwhelming sense of fear engulfed him.

He was just about to deal with the hostage in his hands when a flash of silver light passed, and both his hands were severed at the wrists. Blood spilled onto the ground.

The gaunt man fell to the side, so terrified that he wet his pants.

The man in the trench coat looked at his bleeding wrists and wailed in pain.

"Go back quickly, won't you?" Glen said to the gaunt man.

The man scrambled back towards his house.

Glen crouched down and said to the man in the trench coat, who was still howling in pain, "I originally planned to follow you to your hideout, but I just thought it would be too much trouble. It's more convenient to interrogate you directly. So, tell me, where is your hideout? Who are all involved? Your boss is named Glass, right? How powerful is he? And what's the situation with those abducted children?"

The man in the trench coat glared at Glen with venom in his eyes. Gritting his teeth against the excruciating pain, he said, "I will never betray Lord Glass. You won't get anything out of me!"

"Oh, yes, you will," Glen said with unwavering confidence. "You should believe that your willpower isn't as strong as you think."