Andrew sneered. "Well, are we doing this the hard way?"

Tony was on the verge of losing it. He barked, "Shut up and let go of Juan! If you do, I'll let you walk out of here. Now, get lost! All of you!"

Andrew said calmly, "Ms. Rhodes, Dylan, Dr. Aicker—let's go."

Dylan did not move. "Mr. Lloyd, don't trust Tony. The moment we leave, he'll order his men to surround us."

Andrew turned to Tony with a smile. "You'd better not try that. I've hit a pressure point in Juan's body that could be fatal."

He continued, "If we can't leave safely, believe me, your idiot son will be the first to die."

Tony's expression fell again. He had indeed planned to order his hundreds of thugs to beat up these bastards the moment Andrew released Juan. However, he had not expected Andrew to be one step ahead.

"Are we really going to let this punk walk away just like this?" one of his trusted men shouted in frustration. "When has East Side ever taken such a huge loss?"

Tony replied grimly, "What