Barely two minutes had passed, but every single one of Genesis Dispensary's enforcers lay sprawled on the ground—some unconscious, some writhing in pain, and some not even moving.

Janice clutched the edge of her sleeve, her face pale as a sheet. She stared at Andrew in shock, as if not recognizing this man. The Andrew she knew was gentle, refined, eloquent—someone who had won her grandfather's respect the moment they met, a miracle doctor with endless skill.

However, the Andrew standing before her now was the complete opposite—ruthless, cold-blooded, and surrounded by a sea of blood from the beatings he had just handed out.

Old Hayface's legs trembled as he stared at Andrew like he had seen a ghost, thinking this was beyond insane.

How could some young punk wipe out all of Genesis Dispensary's muscle like it was nothing?

He shook his head furiously in denial. "Andrew, you've messed up big time—real big. Mr. Lake is on his way and—"

Before he could finish, Andrew delivered t