Inside the courtyard of the Oscar family mansion, Jonathan's gaze was calm, his suit impeccably neat.
Wherever his leather shoes tread, bodies flew like a bursting dam, creating a bizarre yet elegant spectacle of blood interwoven in midair.
Jonathan moved through the sea of people with ease, his presence like a force of nature, sweeping through the crowd effortlessly.
In his wake, only the echoes of agonizing screams remained.
Assailants were sent flying, gravely injured, never to rise again!
This... was simply astonishing.
His momentum was overwhelming, his presence intimidating.
Like a dancer, with a flick of his hand, bodies were sent sprawling.
Yet, there was no trace of blood on his impeccable suit, and his shoes remained as pristine as ever.
Every move was executed with arti
