The Supreme Soldier in the City
Chapter 422 - 429 Brownie Family’s Reaction

Chapter 422: Chapter 429 Brownie Family’s Reaction

Christopher Taylor’s leg was broken. Although a few of the skilled fighters also suffered heavy injuries, they could still hold on. They hurriedly dragged Christopher Taylor to the City Center’s large hospital, and on the way, they had already informed Christopher’s father, Michael Johnson.

"Son! Son!" As Christopher’s car had just arrived at the hospital entrance, a middle-aged woman of elegant bearing rushed over, crying out anxiously. She was Christopher’s mother, named Jessica Wilson.

"Mom! My leg is broken, my leg is broken!" Christopher had been forcing himself to hold back while in the car, harboring deep hatred for James Brown. But now, seeing his mother, instinctively, he cried out loudly. The grievance he felt poured out alongside his tears, and all of his previous composure disappeared.

"Don’t cry, don’t cry. The doctors will definitely help you recover. I’ve already found the best doctors for you. There’s absolutely no problem." Seeing her son’s face swollen and unrecognizable, Jessica Wilson first felt immense heartache, but soon a surge of strong anger followed within her.

The doctors quickly rushed Christopher Taylor into the operating room, and Jessica Wilson immediately grabbed her husband’s hand, choking with emotion as she said, "Christopher’s leg won’t have any issues, right?"

Michael Johnson replied gravely, "With modern medical expertise, it should be fine."

"Who’s the bastard who dared to lay hands on Christopher? This is absolutely outrageous! I won’t let that person off for this. Charles Ray, tell me what happened?"

Charles Ray, one of the five skilled fighters, lowered his head, filled with guilt, and said, "Uncle Mike, Madam, it’s our failure in protecting the young master. The man is from YODC City, named James Brown, and he’s the manager of the human resources department at J Organization. He used to be in the military."

Michael Johnson asked in a deep tone, "How many people did he bring?"

"Just... one!" Charles Ray shuddered at the thought of James Brown’s horrifying skills. Still uneasy, he continued, "James Brown’s martial arts skills are truly exceptional. Robert Johnson was injured by him. The remaining four of us coordinated to attack him but were still defeated and injured."

Michael Johnson’s expression darkened, "There’s actually such a skilled fighter?"

Charles Ray nodded heavily, "Yes! Every word I’ve said is true. James Brown is undoubtedly a supreme martial artist, possibly comparable to the Brownie Family’s top Senior Advisors."

Jessica Wilson angrily declared, "You useless group! How could five of you let one man beat you? And then even have the audacity to say something like this? Why does the Brownie Family bother keeping you around?"

Charles Ray’s expression turned somewhat grim, but he replied humbly, "Madam’s rebuke is justified. This is our fault for being incompetent."

Michael Johnson waved his hand and said, "Don’t blame yourselves. The opponent was too strong. Enough, Jessica, you stay here with Christopher. I’ll take them back to report to the Old Master."

The skilled fighters of the Brownie Family, while serving the family, were not fully devoted to entrusting their lives. With their talents, they would be highly welcomed in any elite family. This direct scolding from Jessica Wilson could easily hurt their loyalty. Michael Johnson quickly stopped her.

The ancient estate of the Brownie Family was located in a lush garden in the bustling district of the City Center. Amid the surrounding high-rises, this garden complex stood out markedly, highlighting the exceptional elite status of its residents.

The Brownie Family had thrived for over a century, enduring wars and political upheavals, yet remaining steadfast. This showcased the family’s immense power, thanks to a lineage of talent adept at making correct decisions during tumultuous periods.

The current leader of the Brownie Family was William Johnson, aged sixty-nine and approaching his seventieth birthday. Despite his age, he remained robust and authoritative, sitting in an armchair, coldly gazing at the five fighters Christopher had brought along. "Explain yourselves," he ordered.

Charles Ray, who may have dared to voice minor complaints toward other Members of the A Family, was utterly respectful and honest when facing the Old Master, recounting the entire conflict between Christopher Taylor and James Brown without hesitation.

Michael Johnson’s face grew somber. He was well aware that his son, Christopher, was a bit of a spoiled playboy. While he had wanted to discipline him, his wife’s excessive indulgence had left him powerless. Moreover, he hadn’t thought it a big deal — as a member of the influential Brownie Family, Christopher’s antics of womanizing and extravagance were nothing unusual. Issues were often smoothed over with money.

However, in front of the Old Master, such conduct could incite anger, as the elder valued discipline and hoped for outstanding successors in the family rather than squanderers.

"Michael, how have you been raising your son?" The Old Master was indeed angered, fixing his sharp gaze on Michael Johnson.

Michael Johnson responded immediately with fear and humility, "Father, it’s my failure in parenting."

"Hmph! Our Brownie Family has thrived for a century. What’s our secret? Each generation working diligently to ensure the family’s continued prosperity. Every person prioritizes our development above personal indulgence. Christopher has already ruined his prospects over women once, and now, he nearly lost his life over them again! He’s disgracing our family!"

Michael Johnson broke into a sweat, apologizing profusely. In the Brownie Family, the Old Master’s authority was absolute. Furthermore, with his seventy-year milestone approaching, the selection of the next head of the family loomed. Among six brothers, each had equal chances, so any mistake could be costly.

At that moment, Jessica Wilson burst into the room, kneeling before the Old Master with a loud thud, tearfully pleading, "Father, the fault lies entirely with me for spoiling Christopher and causing trouble. Christopher may be reckless, but he’s still one of us. An outsider has dared to harm him so grievously — this is a disgrace to our family! Father, can you truly watch idly as one of us is treated so unfairly?"

Jessica Wilson was sharp and calculative. After spending some time at the hospital, she grew uneasy and hurried back, only to witness the Old Master reprimanding her husband. Worried and stunned, she quickly claimed the blame herself.

The Old Master waved his hand, "Stand up. Our Brownie Family won’t allow outsiders to bully us casually. My rebuke of Michael is a warning to all of you — raise your children properly. The future of our family lies with them."

Jessica Wilson rose, wiping away her tears, and said, "Father, if you saw Christopher, you’d be horrified. His face is swollen beyond recognition. His head has wounds dripping blood. Both lower leg bones are fractured. If his injuries don’t heal properly, he’ll be crippled. This isn’t just targeting Christopher — it’s a challenge to our family!"

The Old Master, while aware that Christopher had suffered a broken leg, hadn’t imagined the extent of his injuries. His expression darkened further. Over the years, even amidst disputes with other families in the City Center, there had always been restraint and mutual respect. Now, this insignificant individual had inflicted such severe harm upon Christopher. As the head of the family, he couldn’t tolerate such disregard.

"Summon the Senior Advisor," the Old Master instructed Charles Ray.

Charles Ray complied immediately and left. Both Jessica Wilson and Michael Johnson were visibly pleased, knowing the Old Master had taken the matter seriously enough to involve the Senior Advisor.

Soon, Charles Ray returned with a man in his fifties. This man donned a white Tang suit, had a gaunt face with a goatee, and carried an impassive expression. Even before the Old Master, he merely nodded slightly.

"Senior Advisor, someone has dared to challenge our family’s honor. I’ll have to trouble you to step in and teach that man a lesson."

The Senior Advisor nodded briefly without speaking.

Jessica Wilson, with red-rimmed eyes, immediately exclaimed, "Uncle, that man brutalized Christopher, breaking his legs, swelling his face, and even injured Charles Ray and the others. Only you can deal with someone so formidable!"

The Brownie Family’s Senior Advisors held a revered status, requiring Michael Johnson’s generation to respectfully address them as ’Uncles.’

The Senior Advisor squinted slightly, "Very well. Tell me where he is, and I’ll confront him."

Charles Ray quickly detailed James Brown’s information. The Senior Advisor nodded, showing some interest. For someone of his caliber, worthy opponents were rare. A challenge such as this was intriguing.

The Old Master then commanded, "Cripple him — break both his arms and legs, destroy his martial arts ability, but do not kill him."

The Senior Advisor acknowledged with a nod and exited gracefully.

Just then, the phone rang. Everyone looked puzzled at the Old Master, as this was his private line — reserved for prominent contacts. The timing was peculiar, and they wondered who it could be.

"Who is this?" The Old Master glanced at the unfamiliar number with some bewilderment but still answered.

"I’m Lucy Campbell," came a melodious voice.

"Lucy Campbell... The Capital of SSUP’s Lucy Campbell?" The Old Master’s demeanor shifted instantly.

"Yes, it’s me. Gina Lopez is the general manager of my J Corporation in YODC City, and James Brown works for me. I’m aware of the events, Old Master. If you have any grievances, you may address them directly with me," Lucy’s tone was polite yet sharp, exuding a palpable pressure.

The Old Master’s expression darkened once more. Lucy Campbell’s words had effectively claimed full responsibility for the incident. Any action against James Brown would mean confronting Lucy directly. Though powerful, the Brownie Family wasn’t on the same playing field as the Sanker Family in the Capital of SSUP. He knew Lucy Campbell was exercising dominance, but facing her, he could only suppress his indignation.