Deep within the Oscar family estate, a sea of people surged.
A vast, dense mass of bodies enveloped the sprawling estate, rendering it impassable.
Amidst the endless sea of people, Jonathan, immaculate in his sharp suit, remained elegant and composed, advancing towards the inner courtyard like a graceful dancer.
A ferocious member of the Oscar family charged forward with a menacing blade, but before he could get close, Jonathan sent him flying with a single kick, causing him to crash into a crowd of people.
The scene erupted into cries of pain.
As Jonathan retrieved his foot, his leather shoes remained spotless, devoid of any bloodstains, while the ground beneath them was soaked crimson.
He stood tall in his impeccably tailored suit, his demeanor calm and collected, his gaze serene.
