Chapter 1030

Felix was clearly there to pick a fight.

Jack stayed silent. One of his stocky bodyguards stepped forward and growled, "Get lost!"

Another tall, lean bodyguard immediately moved to shield Jack.

Felix only got more arrogant. "Oh-ho! Who do you think you are? Since when do you have bodyguards?"

One of his men tried to shove Jack. The tall, thin bodyguard lunged forward without hesitation. He landed a brutal punch to the man's face, followed by a swift kick to the gut that nearly knocked him out cold.

Felix exploded with rage. "How dare you hit my man? You're dead, you piece of trash!"

He had always seen Jack as just a struggling singer from Perthter City who'd risen to fame with a few hit songs. To Felix, Jack was nothing more than a small mouse in his hands—completely powerless and easy to control. He believed he held absolute power over him.

Since when did he the one who held all the power-keep getting the short end of the stick from a tiny little mouse?

It was like the whole world had turned upside down!

Two more of his men charged at Jack. The stocky bodyguard charged like a pouncing tiger, unleashing a flurry of iron-hard punches.

Felix's so-called security were just useless thugs-no match for Jack's trained guards. One punch each, straight to their weak spots, and they crumpled in seconds.

The stocky bodyguard didn't stop there and advanced on Felix.

He was the one who provoked Jack. The stocky bodyguard, trained to eliminate any threat without hesitation, didn't care who Felix was he took him down all the same.

Felix barely had time to shield his head before the bodyguard's palm smashed across his face. The hit sent him flying, crashing onto the floor with a sickening thud.

For a long moment, he didn't move-stunned, breathless, humiliated. Then, dragging himself up, he erupted in a shrill, furious screech, the kind that turned every head in the room.

"Murder! Help! There's a murderer here!"

With that outburst, every head in the hall snapped in his direction.

Feena, Bella, Patrick, and the others had all noticed the commotion.

Patrick and his crew wore mocking smirks, while Feena and Bella had gone pale. No one expected things to escalate into an actu fight And

from the looks-and sounds-of it Felix was having a rough time. His cries echoed from a distance.

Feena and Bella were terrified. After all, Patrick was untouchable here For Jack to challenge him was like throwing a stone at a tank-reckless, hopeless, and bound to end g disaster.

Seeing Felix getting beaten, Patrick's men wanted to rush forward and gang up on Jack, but Patrick waved his hand to stop them.

It was shaping up to be a good show. He decided to take his time—watch it unfold, and savor every moment.

Just then, the venue's security guards rushed over.

The moment Felix saw the security guards, he immediately scrambled up and desperately clutched onto the guard's leg. "Help me! You have to arrest him—he snuck in here!"

The guards didn't take his word for it. Instead, one of them politely turned to Jack. "Sir, can I see your ID? If you don't have any, we'll need you to come to the office to explain."

Jack carried himself with quiet authority. Flanked by two

met

intimidating bodyguards, he was clearly no ordinary man. But since be was an unfamiliar face in high society, the guards remained cautious.

At that moment, a loud voice boomed from behind. "Hold on!"

The guards turned to see a group of imposing figures striding in.

Leading them was a tall, commanding young man. It was none other than Elias, the foremost of Tarthy City's Four Princes!