Looking at the men in black in front of him, Finn Taylor pursed his lips because he found a few familiar faces amongst them. In fact, he had personally raised a few of them. 'Great. Are you guys going to be ingrates and rebel against me?'

"Sam Jensen, not bad. You even dare to fight against me now. It looks like you made vast improvements over the past few years."

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Sam Jensen trembled as Finn Taylor called him out. He walked out and bowed down. "Greetings, Young Master!"

Finn Taylor chuckled. "Are you really going to go against me?"

"I don't want to make you an enemy, but I have no choice. I remember you telling me that I have to serve the Terre family till the day I die. No matter who they want me to kill, I'll have no choice but to do it. This is so even if they command me to kill myself."

Finn Taylor narrowed his eyes. 'I had indeed said so. Is this what they mean by shooting oneself in the foot?'

"I'm sorry, Young Master." Sam Jensen was the first to rush up.

Finn Taylor was stunned. 'He's… seeking death.'

That was right. Sam Jensen didn't want to fight Finn Taylor, but neither did he want to go against what the latter had taught him.

As such, he charged up before anyone else did so.

Sam Jensen knew that the other would definitely be able to take him down. Then, death was certain.

That way, he would be able to prove that he had never betrayed him even up until his death.

"Good! Good! Good!" Finn Taylor walked up after saying that.

"Shut your eyes." As Finn Taylor charged forward, he spat those words out.

With that, Yvette Larson and Clarine Landon shut their eyes too.

"What are you all waiting for? Charge!" Michael Sinclair yelled out at the same time, and the few dozen men in black charged forward.

Finn Taylor was surrounded by dozens of muscular and well-trained men with metal rods in their hands. Yet, he never revealed a trace of nervousness or fear.

Michael Sinclair simply felt that he was putting on an act. "Tch, you're still pretending even now. I'll see how arrogant you can be when your head is busted on the ground later."

Even up until now, Michael Sinclair refused to believe in Finn Taylor. He still believed that the latter had lied to him.

He had already thought it through. 'If Finn Taylor was truly capable, why would he have been bullied in the Larson family for three whole years? Even if he didn't fight back against the Larson family, he should've managed to subdue Yvette Larson in these three years. If Finn Taylor had some abilities of his own, he should've fought back three years ago. There would've been no need for him to wait until today. That could only mean that he was simply putting up a false front.'

However, Michael Sinclair had imagined that the scene would end with Finn Taylor being badly defeated. Yet, that wasn't the case.

Even the most well-trained men from the Terre family and the Walker family were like Papier-mâché in Finn Taylor's hands.

Every one of Finn Taylor's punches and kicks was pure torture to those so-called masters. In fact, Sam Jensen—who had rushed up first—was the one who had been punched the least.

In merely five minutes, the few dozen men were lying on the ground.

Finn Taylor patted the dust off his clothes and glared at Michael Sinclair, who was still in a daze. "Guess what I brought for your grandpa for his 80th birthday?"

Finn Taylor pointed outside as he said that.

Just then, Michael Sinclair heard the sound of drums. He rushed out, only to see a coffin being lifted in.

It was naturally a sight to see a coffin being gifted to someone celebrating their 80th birthday.

At that moment, all of the Sinclair family's guests were shell-shocked.

'How can that be?'

'Who is the one who ordered this coffin?'

'What were those men in black doing?'

'What's going on with the Sinclair family?'

"Finn Taylor, the Old Master is celebrating his 80th birthday, yet you sent a coffin! Do you really think you'd be able to do as you please just because you've defeated these men? You should know very well who wants you dead. Do you think you'll have a way out when the Walker family and Terre family want you dead?"

Louis Sinclair was watching from the top floor of the Sinclair family's residence as he lashed out at Finn Taylor. The way he saw it, the latter was just putting on an act.

There were some mountains that others would never surpass.

'If the Walker family and the Terre family want you dead, you will face certain death no matter how capable you are.'

'The Terre family! The Walker family!' Everyone present was dumbstruck by Louis Sinclair's words. 'The Terre family and Walker family are part of the four most prestigious families in New York, yet they're working together just to kill this man named Finn Taylor? Who is he? What has he done? But none of that matters. Just like what Louis Sinclair said, the result has already been decided.'

"Hehe!" But Finn Taylor paid no heed to those words.

"What are you laughing at?" Louis Sinclair wondered if the other's mind had gone blank out of fear. 'How could he be laughing when he's already at death's door?'

"I'm laughing at you. You're such a short-sighted man. Is New York the only thing you can see? Is there nobody higher than the four families of New York? What you don't know is that the four families are just fish on a chopping board to me. I can kill them at any time."

Of course, Finn Taylor's words came as a shock to the hundreds of people present. 'How could he say that about the four families? Isn't that ridiculing them? Does he have a death wish?'

"Great. You're really bold, young man. You even dare to say such disrespectful things. You said that you could destroy the four families at any time you please. Do you know that the four families are all involved in today's mission? They've already surrounded us. Once I give my order, you can say goodbye to everyone here." Louis Sinclair's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

'If the Sinclair family wants to rise up and work with the four families, we have to give the four families a gift. This man in front of me—who looks down on the four families—will be the perfect offering.'

"Oh, is that so? Why don't you try giving that order then?" Finn Taylor's gaze wasn't the slightest bit anxious and was instead full of confidence.

Louis Sinclair frowned. 'Is he faking it, or is he for real? Why do I feel so uneasy?'

But he gave it some thought. 'I have the four families of New York backing me. What do I have to fear?'

"Alright. Since you want to die, don't blame me for doing this." Louis Sinclair lit a firework that was next to him.

Boom!

The instant the firework burst out in the sky, countless men charged in and headed toward Finn Taylor.

To Louis Sinclair, Finn Taylor was no different from a dead man.