American comic: Wanda starts off strong, becoming a hundred times stronger.

While Lynn and the others were talking.

The female waitresses in the coffee shop looked at the young man with shining eyes.

Rich, absolutely rich.

In that short time, the manager earned at least $50,000.

They were incredibly envious.

Although this young man had a bad temper, he was very generous.

Serving someone well will surely bring you many benefits.

A waitress immediately stepped forward.

The others looked regretful.

The young man walked straight into the VIP area.

"Clean my shoes for me," the young man said coldly.

The waitress knelt on the ground and wiped his shoes.

Beside him were two burly men in black, clearly bodyguards.

"Lick my shoes clean with your mouth!" the young man said impatiently.

The waitress was clearly young and was trembling with fear.

She was just a waitress, and her salary wasn't high.

Being able to kneel down and wipe shoes is already quite an achievement.

How could you possibly lick the shoes with your mouth?

"I'm sorry... sir, we don't offer that service."

She dared not get angry, nor did she dare show the slightest impatience.

After all, those who can afford to spend money here are all high-ranking officials and wealthy people.

She couldn't afford to offend any of them.

While she was polishing his shoes, she noticed that the boy's clothes and shoes were all custom-made by a high-end artisan.

This is different from those ubiquitous luxury goods that are available to everyone.

Truly exceptional people never buy luxury goods because they all opt for bespoke customization.

What's more, this young man was accompanied by two bodyguards.

His identity is estimated to be unfathomable.

"Now we have this store."

The young man frowned.

A flicker of disgust crossed his face.

The waitress was still hesitating.

However, it was in that very second.

A slap landed squarely on his face.

Snapped!

The waitress fell to the ground, her cheeks swollen high.

"Damn woman, she's making me unhappy!" The young man stomped hard on the waitress's face.

That delicate face was immediately crushed by the hard leather shoes.

Blood streamed down his cheeks like a small creek, dripping onto the dark brown wooden floorboards.

"Ahhh!" the waitress screamed.

The well-dressed men and women around him glanced at him and then paid him no further attention.

As wealthy people, they never treat service personnel as human beings.

They wouldn't care if a dog were beaten to death.

However... that scream was rather jarring.

"Damn it! Can't you shut up? This waiter has absolutely no patience."

"This kind of despicable scum is disgusting. The blood on the floor is polluting the air here. I will never come here again."

"You lowly, ordinary people, leave. You can't stay here any longer."

Many people spoke up.

One by one, they stood up in disgust, picked up their belongings, and prepared to leave.

Meanwhile, Lynn and the others, who were resting in the general area, also heard the noise.

I left and rushed over.

Seeing this, a hint of murderous intent flashed in Lynn's eyes.

Gwenwanda clenched her fists even tighter.

"Damn it, stop right now!" Gwen yelled and charged forward.

Wanda then controlled several knives and forks and threw them at the young man.

Seeing this, the young man remained completely calm.

His two bodyguards immediately stepped forward.

One of them stopped Gwen directly.

Lynn raised an eyebrow.

Meanwhile, Wanda's 873 attack was also stopped by another bodyguard reaching out.

However, he was immediately flung away by telekinesis.

Gwen's strength is over ten tons; no normal person could possibly stop her.

Wanda's attack did not cause much damage.

This bodyguard appears to be a mutant.

"Hey, these beauties are pretty good!" the young man said with a grin, his eyes filled with desire as he swept his gaze over the women.

Finally, it fell on Lynn.

Displeasure flashed in his eyes.

"Tear his face apart! I won't allow anyone to be more handsome than me!"

"Take all the women with you."

Arrogant, extremely arrogant.

When I'm in a bad mood, I just ruin someone's face.

They even forcibly abducted women.

Boom boom boom!

One of the bald bodyguards ran over.

A fist the size of a clay pot came crashing down.

The surrounding air was rapidly compressed by this punch.

It emitted a piercing sonic boom.

Lynn's cold eyes swept over them.

The bald bodyguard's eyes instantly became confused.

He then turned around and punched the arrogant youth.

"What are you doing!" the young man shouted.

The bald bodyguard acted as if he hadn't heard a thing.

One hand lifted the young man up.

He walked up to Lynn.

Linn smiled slightly.

Indeed, having strong mental strength is a good thing.

Mind control can be used casually.

"Fuck you, whoever you are, let me go, or you'll die a horrible death!" The young man's face was ferocious, showing no sign of being a prisoner.

Lynn remained silent.

How did this idiot survive to this age?

Your life is in their hands, yet you still dare to be arrogant.