Kenneth didn't move an inch because he hadn't hit Tyron earlier, so he naturally didn't have to apologize to him and beg for his forgiveness.

But at the same time, he looked extremely unhappy because he found it a disgrace that his friends were all kneeling in front of Tyron and begging him for forgiveness.

He was especially embarrassed because Lucas was standing right beside him and staring at his friends kneeling in front of Tyron.

Although Lucas still had a straight face, Kenneth felt that he had to be laughing gloatingly at him and his friends.

But now was not the time for him to settle scores with Lucas.

His friends were all still suffering right now!

Kenneth narrowed his eyes and sized up Tyron, whose face was swollen and bruised.

He had heard the helmsmen of top LA families call him 'Mr. Tyron Benson', which meant that he was from the Benson family from San Francisco. Tyron was someone with a powerful background, and even Kenneth had to be careful.

At this moment, Kenneth felt thankful that his friends were the ones who beat up Tyron and that he didn't get involved at all. Otherwise, he would probably have to kneel down and be a huge disgrace in front of Lucas.

When Tyron saw these people who had beaten him up kneeling in front of him to apologize to him and plead for mercy, the satisfaction of taking revenge surged in his heart.

"Damn, weren't you bastards really arrogant just now? Why are you kneeling in front of me and apologizing to me now? Huh?"

Tyron walked over and kicked them a few times without holding back. He soon beat them up until they collapsed onto the ground. While kicking them, he said arrogantly, "Bastards! Continue being arrogant! Come hit me! Come on! Damn it. You thought I was a pushover, didn't you?

"Let me tell you. This is the first time I've been beaten in my life. I don't care if you did it intentionally or not. Anyway, since you hit me, I won't spare you! Even though your fathers are here, they don't dare to make a single sound and plead for you!"

Watching their sons get kicked and beaten up, the helmsmen of top LA families didn't even dare to utter a single word.

Just as Tyron said, they didn't even dare to say anything because they were afraid of angering Tyron.

Tyron was Matthew's only son, whom Matthew saw as a precious gem. Yet he got beaten up by these vile scions, so he naturally wouldn't let the matter go easily.

If Tyron beat their rebellious sons up and vented his anger, he might really let them off.

Even Matthew was silently watching his son beat these scions up without any intention of stopping it. Clearly, he was going to let his son beat them up to his heart's content until he let off some steam and cooled down. So how could they possibly dare to go forward and plead for their sons?

However, some of them couldn't bear to watch their sons getting beaten up. But since they couldn't beg for mercy either, they could only hang their heads low and shut their eyes tightly. They thought to themselves that what they didn't know couldn't hurt them. As for the miserable shrieks coming from their sons, they would just pretend not to hear them.

But Tyron was immediately displeased to see this.

"Damn it. Who allowed you to close your eyes? Look at your sons with your eyes wide open and see how I teach them a lesson for you!" Tyron shouted. The helmsmen didn't dare to defy him and had no choice but to open their eyes again to watch him kick their sons hard.

In fact, strictly speaking, Tyron was just their junior.

But Tyron rebuked them like they were his juniors instead, and they didn't dare to disobey him at all.

Meanwhile, Tyron's father, Matthew, merely stood at the side without saying a word. Not only did he not chide Tyron for his rude behavior, but he even looked at his son with gratification, thinking that his son was very domineering.

His son was his cherished gem, and he didn't care about the opinions of these helmsmen because he felt that they were just from inferior families and saw nothing wrong with his son scolding them.

His son had the right to be that arrogant!

Perhaps tired from kicking, Tyron felt very indignant and shouted at the bodyguard beside him, "You, go find me an iron rod!"

The bodyguard immediately left and soon returned with a crowbar.

It was made entirely of steel and about half a meter long. It was hard, heavy, and sturdy. And when Tyron held it, he emitted a cold and terrifying vibe.

The scions immediately widened their eyes in horror and almost peed their pants in fear!

They didn't expect Tyron would actually use such a weapon to deal with them!

Their eyes were full of fear, and they immediately wanted to beg to be spared.

Bang!

But before they could beg for mercy, Tyrion swung the heavy crowbar in his hands down onto Wayne's arm.

Snap!

With the cracking sounds of bones breaking, Wayne's arm immediately became distorted and broke!

"Ah! My… my arm! Dad… my arm…!"

The entire private room immediately resounded with miserable shrieks and cries of agony. Wayne held his broken arm and instantly burst into tears with snot all over his face.

The facial muscles of Wayne's father trembled violently several times. But he had no choice but to watch his son roll around on the ground in agony because he didn't dare to beg for mercy at all.

"Hah, weren't you enjoying yourself hitting me just now? You were the first one to jump out to take the lead in beating me up. You were also the one who hit me the most. I've only beaten you once, and you can't take it anymore?" Tyron roared furiously.

Then he pushed the bodyguards beside him. "Go, hold him down and prevent him from moving!"

The two bodyguards immediately went forward to press Wayne's limbs against the ground.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

With three more muffled sounds of the crowbar hitting Wayne's body, Tyron ruthlessly broke all of Wayne's limbs and then ordered his bodyguards to release him.

But at this point, Wayne had already passed out due to the extreme pain and was lying motionless on the ground.

His father had been watching everything from the side with his eyes wide open. His face was as pale as a sheet and covered in cold sweat, but he couldn't say a single word.

After witnessing Wayne's tragic fate, the other people kneeling on the ground started shuddering, and their teeth began chattering. They were terrified as they stared at the crowbar Tyron was waving in his hand.