The Supreme Soldier in the City
Chapter 381 - 388: The Domineering John Smith 1 Soars

Chapter 381: Chapter 388: The Domineering John Smith 1 Soars

"Brother-in-law, do you think this outfit looks good on me?" Emily Lopez changed into a new outfit and dashed out of the bedroom, only to see James Brown already opening the front door. She hurriedly asked, "Brother-in-law, where are you going?"

James Brown replied, "I have something to take care of. I’ll be back shortly."

"Hey, wait for me! I’ll go with you."

"I’ll be back soon. Let your sister know." With that, James Brown closed the security door behind him.

"Stupid brother-in-law, going out without taking me along." Emily Lopez stomped her foot, but it was too late to chase after him. She could only wait for James Brown to return.

Gina Lopez also walked out of the bedroom at this moment and asked, "Where did your brother-in-law go?"

Emily Lopez pursed her lips and said, "He didn’t say. Probably went to meet some sweetheart or something."

Gina Lopez frowned slightly and said, "He might have something urgent to handle. Don’t talk nonsense about your brother-in-law."

Emily Lopez hugged her sister’s arm and giggled, saying, "See? Now that you’re married, you’re already standing up for your husband!"

Gina Lopez gave Emily Lopez a light scolding, but inside, her thoughts started swirling. It was so late, and James Brown ran off, not saying a word. Hmph, probably meeting that Emma Campbell, Melody Yoody, or even Helen Wilson.

Her heart felt unsettled, but Gina Lopez didn’t express it outwardly. She had to give James Brown some space; otherwise, it would only deepen the rift between them. Yet, she knew this kind of tolerance would cause her pain for a while.

About ten minutes later, James Brown arrived at the entrance of M Hotel. Alice Brown was anxiously waiting at the door and, upon seeing James, rushed over to grab his arm, saying urgently, "Mr. Smith, Laura has been taken to Room 502. She’s been inside for over twenty minutes now, and we don’t know what’s happened."

James Brown nodded and said, "Follow me inside."

"Mr. Smith, there are quite a few people in there. I think some of them are shady types—not good people. Shouldn’t we bring some reinforcements?" Alice Brown quickly grabbed hold of James.

"No need." James Brown replied coolly and continued walking inside.

"Mr. Smith, don’t act rashly!" Alice Brown panicked. Laura’s situation was already worrying enough, but James heading in recklessly could lead to trouble. If something really happened, wouldn’t she be the one to blame?

"Don’t worry. I’m enough by myself." James Brown patted Alice’s hand lightly and offered her a reassuring smile.

James Brown’s smile instantly calmed Alice Brown’s nerves. Though she didn’t know where his confidence came from, one thing was certain: when James Brown set his mind to something, he never failed. She quickly followed after him as they hurried into the lobby. The guard at the door noticed their urgency and immediately stopped them, asking, "Are you two here to book a room?"

Alice Brown quickly responded, "We’re here to find someone."

"If you’re looking for someone, you need to register at the front desk. Wait... Alice Brown?" The guard finally recognized her and called out excitedly.

Alice Brown flashed him a smile and said, "Yes, I’m in a hurry. Could you please help us out?"

The guard hastily summoned the elevator for her. Alice Brown was his dream woman—a hostess no less! There was no way she’d come here just to stir up trouble, right?

Admittedly, Alice Brown retained some degree of fame here in YODC City. Many people admired her. Take the time she attended a wedding alongside Laura—it had been quite a notable occasion. But that kind of recognition was limited to YODC City. If she went to City Center or the Capital of SSUP, she wouldn’t even rank.

The two of them took the elevator to the fifth floor and arrived at Room 502. The door was ajar, and a group of people stepped out from inside.

"Director Jackson, it’s about time. Enjoy yourself fully." A burly man in his thirties, tattooed with sturdy arms and a gleaming bald head, exuded an intimidating aura as he laughed maliciously at John Smith with a lecherous grin on his face.

John Smith also laughed heartily and said, "Then I won’t hold back. Go back and tell Olivia Robinson that I’ll make good on my promise to her."

"Alright, alright. I knew Director Jackson was a man of his word. We’ll leave you to it—enjoy yourself!" The burly man burst into laughter again before preparing to leave.

At that moment, James Brown and Alice Brown arrived. Observing the situation, they deduced that Laura hadn’t yet gotten into serious trouble. Alice breathed a sigh of relief. However, John Smith noticed James Brown and his expression immediately changed—he hadn’t expected James Brown to show up.

"Mark Davis, wait! I need a favor from you," John Smith called out to the bald man before he could leave.

Mark Davis stopped and asked, "Director Jackson, what do you need?"

John Smith turned his gaze to James Brown and said, "There’s a pesky little punk trying to ruin my plans. Do me a favor and take care of him."

Mark Davis looked at James Brown and laughed loudly, "No problem. Consider it done." With that, he and his two henchmen walked straight toward James Brown.

John Smith crossed his arms, leaning against the doorway, and sneered at James, "You’re like a ghost that won’t go away."

James Brown shot him a cold glance, not breaking stride as he headed directly for the doorway.

"Stop right there, punk!" Mark Davis blocked James Brown’s path, his hulking frame effectively cutting off his route.

James Brown narrowed his eyes and said, "Move."

Mark Davis laughed, finding it utterly ridiculous. He, Mark Davis, was somebody—yet this guy dared tell him to move? It was the funniest thing he’d heard. "Ha! Think you’re tough, punk? I’m staying right here. What are you gonna do about it?"

Alice Brown began to panic again, pulling at James’s arm while shouting at John Smith, "John Smith, you’re a well-known director, yet you resort to such despicable actions. Do you realize that if this gets exposed, your future will be ruined?"

John Smith laughed unrestrainedly, "I’ve used the casting couch with plenty of actresses, yet my future has never been ruined. But your little threat just gave me an idea—maybe I should use this scandal to stir up some hype."

"You’re utterly shameless!" Alice was fuming, clenching her fists tightly. "I’ve already called the police. They’ll be here in five minutes."

John Smith sneered, "Good. If you’re not afraid of blowing this up, I’m not either. Go ahead and call the police."

For a female celebrity, being exposed for something like this would mean the end of her career. Alice, being a hostess, understood this all too well. That was why John Smith didn’t believe Alice would truly alert the authorities.

James Brown had already lost patience. He had no intention of wasting time with these people. As he stepped toward the doorway, Mark Davis glared at him, reached out to shove at James’s chest, and bellowed, "Punk, are you looking to die? Don’t think I’m just here to look pretty."

But before his words finished, his massive body had already lifted off the ground, flying backward before skidding over two meters along the floor. He finally came to a stop.

James Brown had made a sudden move, startling everyone. The key point was that nobody had anticipated him striking out this way.

Without stopping, James punched the stomach of a henchman to his left, causing the man’s body to bend over like a shrimp. Another one, still frozen in shock, was immediately swept off his feet by a kick to his shin, sending him flying horizontally to the floor like a sack of potatoes, landing with a dull thud.

Within moments, James had taken out all three men. John Smith’s grin froze on his face as he watched James approach. With a startled cry, he spun around and darted into the room, attempting to shut the door behind him. But before it could close halfway, James delivered a ferocious kick, its force far beyond anything John had anticipated. Caught off guard, the rebounding door edge smashed directly into John’s face. With a blood-curdling scream, he stumbled back, blood spurting from his nose as he fell.

Alice, witnessing the scene, was dumbfounded. She knew James Brown was influential—being a prominent figure from the Capital of SSUP—but she had never expected him to possess such formidable combat skills. The sheer dominance he exhibited in flooring three brawny men within seconds left her astonished. Especially seeing the sorry state of John Smith added to James’s overwhelming presence.

For a moment, Alice’s gaze toward James Brown burned with ardor. His stature in her eyes seemed more imposing and heroic than ever.

"Close the door," James said calmly.

"Got it!" Alice snapped out of her daze and quickly shut the door before following him inside.

"W-What are you doing?" John Smith clutched his bleeding nose, his fear overpowering his pain. James’s sheer strength made him dread what was coming next. Gone was the arrogance and bravado of a famous director.

James Brown cornered John against the wall, grabbed him by the collar, and hoisted him up. His feet dangled off the ground, his face turning deep red. Desperately, John clawed at James’s hands, kicking frantically, but no matter how he struggled, he couldn’t break free.

Alice watched as John Smith’s complexion shifted from red to blue, his eyeballs bulging. She was horrified. If this continued, James would undoubtedly kill him. And while John was undoubtedly scum, his profile as a well-known director made such an act extremely complicated, even for someone with James’s powerful background. She hurried to James’s side and pleaded softly, "Don’t kill him."