Finley was all for Aspen's devious schemes. As long as it was against Andrew, he did not care who it was—he was more than happy to watch. On the other hand, Christina secretly thought that perhaps this was an opportunity to test Andrew's true abilities. Winston, being the heir of Blumedale's Wright family, certainly wielded tremendous influence. If Andrew had provoked such a powerful young man, she wondered how he would handle the situation. If he crumbled instantly before Winston and begged for mercy, it would only prove he was not anything special after all. As time passed, more and more guests filled the hotel lobby. Many had not received invitations but had snuck in just to watch the drama unfold. A Reckoning Toast ceremony was not something you saw every day. Since it was being hosted by Raymond, the owner of Dream Paradise himself, whoever was on the receiving end would likely end up in a miserable state. "Damn it, he still hasn't shown up. This little bastard is really

Aspen sneered. "Andrew, do you really think Mr. Chapman has no one backing him? Mr. Wright is the real power behind tonight's Reckoning Toast. If you're still acting so clueless, you're as good as dead!" Winston let out a light chuckle. "Ms. Aspen, you're exaggerating. I'm just here for the show. Raymond can handle this. That little nobody isn't worth my time." He did not even spare Andrew a proper look, acting every bit like the elite spoiled rich kid he was. A few young women in the crowd practically swooned, their eyes gleaming with admiration. Men like Winston, born into wealth and power, had a way of dazzling naive girls. After all, in this world, money was the ultimate advantage. Christina remained silent, watching Andrew closely. She wanted to see how he would handle the pressure from both Raymond and Winston. After all, Winston arriving in Jayrodale was a big deal—he was the real power player in the room. In her opinion, Andrew would not dare go up against him if he h

"It's over. Mr. Wright is furious, and the consequences will be severe!" someone whispered. "Andrew is good as dead! When Mr. Wright gets angry, it's like the sky is falling!" another added. "I really admire this guy's guts. Even now, he's not begging for mercy on his knees. He must be an idiot to think he's untouchable," a third voice said. The onlookers' gazes toward Andrew were filled with both pity and mockery. If Winston went on a rampage, no one could help Andrew. Whatever Andrew had done to Raymond, Winston would pay back a hundredfold. "Andrew, you might be able to humiliate Mr. Chapman, but in front of Mr. Wright, all you can do is grovel," Aspen said with a cold smile. Andrew remained unmoved by the chatter and discussions surrounding him. He slightly turned his head, glanced sideways at Winston, and asked casually, "And who are you?" The crowd erupted again. They thought Andrew was insane and just too arrogant. Winston had already stepped forward in anger, yet he

Jason taunted Andrew as he launched a flying kick. Any peak senior grandmaster worth their salt had signature techniques they relied on—Gordon had his deadly Plaguebringer's Palm, while Jason was known for his vicious Unstoppable Chain Kicks. Unfortunately for Jason, he was facing Andrew. The latter simply said indifferently, "What a pathetic trick!" With that, Andrew's right hand shot forward, cutting through Jason's flurry of kicks. In one swift move, he grabbed Jason's ankle and twisted it violently. Jason let out an agonized scream as Andrew snapped his tendon. Large beads of sweat dripped from Jason's forehead as he crashed heavily to the ground, clutching his ruptured Achilles tendon and howling in pain. Everyone was stunned into silence, unable to believe their eyes that Jason had actually been brought down. After all, that devastating chain kick of his could shatter a car, yet Andrew had countered it like it was nothing. Christina's face paled in horror, and she wond

"Bring them all here," Andrew said calmly. Dylan immediately had his men drag Raymond, Jason, and Winston over, forcing them to kneel before Andrew. "Andrew! Do you even realize who Mr. Wright is? You actually hit him? You're absolutely—" Before he could finish his rant, Andrew delivered a slap that sent Raymond's head crashing against the floor. His eyes rolled back as he passed out again. The spectators who had gathered to watch the commotion began quietly slipping away. They did not dare linger any longer, not after seeing Winston beaten so brutally. It was only a matter of time before the Wright family's enforcers from Blumedale stormed into Jayrodale seeking vengeance. "Andrew, please calm down," Christina urged. "Winston's status isn't something to be taken lightly. If this escalates too far and catches the Wright family's attention, you could be in serious trouble." Andrew smirked. "Ms. Stevens, are you actually worried about me?" Christina hesitated for a second