Andrew smiled mysteriously, keeping things vague as he said, "I can't reveal too much! I can only say that you're very lucky! You just dodged a bullet! Everyone always thinks my backing comes from the Keller family or Governor McCormick. "But actually, those are just part of it! The beautiful and gentle Victoria is my biggest support! She's the one who sent me to find you, saying you've got a big temper and love to show off. But as long as I mention her name, you'll obediently listen! And if you don't listen, then I'll go back and tell her, and she'll pay you a personal visit." Ronald flashed a wry smile. "Why didn't you say earlier that you and Mrs. Peck have that kind of relationship? She's someone I have complete respect for. Since she sent you here, then whatever it is, I'll handle it perfectly for you, how about that?" His attitude had completely flipped 180 degrees from before. Andrew found it amusing and somewhat surprising. Victoria's reputation apparently carried ser

On a quiet street, inside a plain-looking tea lounge, a man in a tailored teal shirt walked in with a man and a woman trailing behind him. All three carried a calm but commanding presence as they stepped through the door. The tea house owner rushed over with a beaming smile and a deep bow. "Sir, you've arrived!" The man in teal gave a light smile. "Mm. Has the person I'm meeting shown up?" The owner nodded repeatedly. "Yes, Mr. Ulrich is already inside, waiting at your usual spot, Mr. Byrne." Marcelo nodded and walked toward the private rooms with his two trusted aides. The woman beside him sneered. "Mr. Byrne, Mason is nothing but a spineless coward. Total dead weight. Teaming up with him is honestly beneath us." Marcelo replied with a warm smile. "Using people isn't about status, it's about suitability. Sure, Mason is nothing more than an insect to me. But if he can help lure Andrew into the trap, then he's done his job." The man behind them chuckled. "Springflow, we

"Mr. Lloyd, the Dragon King requests your presence." A sultry woman, dressed to tease, gave a seductive smile as she lowered her head in invitation, intentionally revealing a deep line of cleavage. Andrew did not hesitate. He strode boldly into the extravagant hall, completely unfazed. Rachel followed, uneasy. "Mr. Lloyd, doesn't it feel suspicious that the White Dragon King is being this friendly?" Andrew replied flatly, "Relax. He wouldn't dare try anything." Rachel stayed quiet, but admiration filled her eyes. Andrew's nerve was something else. The three Dragon Kings were notorious figures in Blumedale's underworld, each more dangerous than the last. Yet, Andrew had shown up alone, completely unarmed, and walked in like he owned the place. White Dragon King sat at the far end of the hall. He was a pale-skinned man in a white tailored suit, sipping red wine. His crimson leather shoes stood out as he lounged back in a modern office chair with one leg crossed. He looked

"Alright, Victoria, that's all for now," Andrew said with a grin as he ended the call. Aaron finally let out a breath of relief. When he wiped his forehead, his palm was soaked in cold sweat. He shot Andrew a furious glare. "Why the hell didn't you tell me earlier that you and Victoria were that close? Are you trying to get me killed, you bastard?" Andrew shrugged. "I told you already that my backing is solid. But you brushed it off, thinking your support was tougher than mine, so I had no choice but to bring out Victoria to prove it." Aaron ground his teeth in hatred, wanting to tear Andrew apart, but lacked the courage to! His subordinates all looked terrified, swallowing hard one after another. Andrew was puzzled. "I thought you were supposed to be a tough guy. What are you scared of?" With a ripping sound, Aaron tore open his shirt, revealing his muscular chest and a vicious knife scar that nearly ran across his entire torso. "See this? That's what your gentle, dear aun

It was the start of a new day. Winter was creeping closer, and the back lawn of Serenity Villa was already covered in frost by morning. Aspen had almost mastered the art of bone compression, and Andrew was ready to teach her real assassination techniques. He said, "A true assassin only gets one shot. If you can't take the target down in that one moment, you've already failed. And when that happens, you're left with only two outcomes." Andrew stood in gloves, his breath turning into mist under the icy wind. Francesca, Lauren, Dylan, Natasha, and Aspen stood in a straight line, listening intently. "What two outcomes?" Aspen asked curiously. Andrew replied, "One, you get killed by the target. Two, you fail and escape immediately, saving yourself before it's too late." Lauren scoffed. "Well, that's easy then. If the hit fails, you just run. Getting killed by the target? Not even possible! How about that, Andrew? Pretty clever, huh?" Andrew flicked her forehead hard, making