Max Dumbell

“He’s big. He’s dumb. And justice is about to get jacked.”

Max Dumbell isn’t just a man—he’s a beefy enigma wrapped in muscle and marinated in pre-workout. He’s a sleeveless detective with the brains of a boiled egg and the biceps of a Greek statue that fell into a vat of protein powder. When a ripped fitness influencer named Trent Steel disappears under suspiciously shiny circumstances, Max is hired by a woman who smells like eucalyptus and probable felonies to crack the case wide open (like his last treadmill).

Now Max is neck-deep in a mystery thicker than his post-gym shake. There’s a cult. There’s a shady supplement called NeuroBulk. There’s a Flexecutioner gang, a CrossFit warlord in a yoga-mat cape, and at least one VHS tape too cursed for leg day.

To stop a city-wide bro-ascension and save the world from sentient abs and nootropic insanity, Max must punch through protein-fueled conspiracies, dodge motivational podcasts, and flex his way to justice—one totally unnecessary slow-motion curl at a time.

Flex of Justice is part hard-boiled noir, part gym brochure, and all dumb. Warning: may cause deltoid envy, spontaneous lunges, and uncontrollable laughter.