"By the way, take out your phone. I'll need to use it in a moment," Andrew said. The fight had ended so quickly that Yara had not even processed what had happened yet. She stammered, "Wait… Y-You… No, what do you need my phone for?" Andrew explained, "These guys are just bottom-feeding crawlers who do the grunt work. You've read novels, right? Usually, at this point, when the minions get beaten up, they immediately call for backup and summon their boss. So, I need your phone to let them make those calls." When Yara heard this, she could not believe her ears and stared at Andrew in disbelief. She asked, "Mr. Lloyd, are you mentally ill?" He had just beaten people up and then actively offered a phone so they could call for reinforcements. Being so thoughtful and considerate—was Andrew actually serious? Earl, his face covered in blood, got up from the ground and shouted, "You bastard, you think you're tough? In this world, what matters is power and connections. Just you wait, mo
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