Yara could not help but speak up. "Mr. Lloyd, I think we shouldn't go too far, or else—"

Andrew interrupted her and asked Tristan with a smile, "Or you'll seek revenge to the death, right, lil guy?"

Tristan's face was half normal, half bruised purple as he forced himself to reply, "I wouldn't dare! Just let me go, and all grudges between us will be forgotten!"

He tried to maintain his composure despite his fear.

Andrew laughed. "You're pretty good at letting things go. You took a few slaps, and your men all got taught a lesson too."

"Can you really handle such humiliation?" he asked, his smile growing more menacing.

Looking at Andrew's smile, Tristan felt an inexplicable chill run down his spine. He kept apologizing with a forced grin. "I can handle it, absolutely can handle it! In our line of work, we believe in being pragmatic and adapting to the situation. Anyone can see you're not an ordinary guy, and I'm not about to walk into death voluntarily!"

Andrew released him