At that moment, Andrew was at Jayrodale General Hospital when Dylan called. "Mr. Lloyd, there's something urgent I need to report." "What is it, Dylan?" Andrew asked. "My men saw Tony's people take Christina, the CEO of Stevens Corporation, from the South City project," Dylan reported gravely. "When did this happen?" Andrew's tone turned icy. "Just moments ago. She's probably been taken to the East Side by now. I suspect Tony is planning to use her against you, Mr. Lloyd." "I'll make sure he pays with his life for this!" Andrew growled. Dylan felt a chill running down his spine. "Mr. Lloyd, are you going to intervene? I'll gather our men right away to storm East Side with you." "No need. I'll go alone. I want to see what Tony's up to," Andrew replied calmly. "But Mr. Lloyd, Tony's dangerous! Going alone is—" Before Dylan could even finish his warning, Andrew interrupted, "Don't worry. Once I'm there, no matter how many men or skilled fighters East Side are protecti
Tony chuckled. "Of course, Mr. Blackwood. Even just having you here is worth every penny." Even though he said that, his heart ached at the cost. These martial arts masters had extraordinary skills but were also arrogant and greedy. Each job they took was like an excuse to extort the clients, draining them dry with every outrageous demand. Nonetheless, Tony's thoughts turned cold as he remembered the rumors circulating in Jayrodale's underworld—that he, the East Side crime lord, was a useless old man, and Juan was equally worthless. Both father and son had been humiliated by some nobody, tarnishing the reputation of East Side's ruler. The shame was simply unbearable, and Tony believed the only way to salvage his reputation was to eliminate Andrew. By doing so, he would restore his image as the unshakable ruler of the East Side. Just then, Christina was brought in. Her face turned pale at the sight of the hundred-plus thugs and the martial art masters seated at the front. "
Christina took a deep breath, finding her calm. "Mr. Madden Senior, even as East Side's crime lord, if you hurt me, Harvey will demand justice." At this point, she could not imagine Tony completely disregarding the Weller family's influence. However, Tony scoffed. "Harvey? That guy owes me millions. Justice? The moment he sees me, he'd be on his knees begging!" The men around the room erupted in mocking laughter. "Harvey? That guy's nothing but a cowardly joke!" one of them jeered. Another sneered. "Ms. Stevens, you're a stunner, but sticking with Harvey? You're wasting your beauty. You'd be better off with Mr. Madden Senior. He'd make sure the Stevens family reaches new heights." "Honestly," another chimed in, "Harvey's only still afloat because his father has some sway. Otherwise, he'd have been tossed out of Jayrodale long ago!" Christina's anger flared. She could not believe the arrogance of these East Side thugs, openly belittling the Weller family like this. However, do
Tony angrily shouted, "Are you making the call?" Christina's face was already drained of all color, her mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood. Even so, she stood her ground, weakly shaking her head. "No… I won't let Andrew walk into a… death trap because of me. You might as well… give up!" "Keep hitting her! Beat her to death if you have to!" Tony roared, his fury boiling over. The whip struck her back again and again, each lash more merciless than the last. Christina's body soon became a canvas of blood, her dress torn and stained as her skin broke under the relentless assault. She wailed in pain before passing out. Sitting beside Tony, Herman Blackwood, an elderly man with streaks of white in his hair, chuckled darkly. His voice was laced with malice as he said, "This one's got some backbone; I'll give her that." "But for someone like her, brute force alone won't break her spirit. I've got an idea that'll make her submit instantly." Tony was intrigued. "Wh
Juan let out an excited yell and tugged forcefully at Christina's dress. The delicate fabric tore apart, exposing a flash of her pale, flawless skin. "Stop! Get away from me!" Christina screamed, her voice cracking with fear and desperation. Tears streamed down her face as she broke down completely, the brutal beating earlier having nearly shattered her resolve. Now, faced with humiliation and violation, her defenses crumbled entirely. "Scream all you want—it only makes this more exciting!" Juan laughed wickedly as the East Side thugs, and even Herman cheered him on from the sidelines. "Go for it, Mr. Madden! Show her who's boss!" "But don't forget the order—Mr. Madden Senior will go after this, then the rest of us!" "Tonight, every one of us gets to enjoy her!" The room echoed with their wicked jeers. Christina could not take it anymore. She collapsed to her knees, clutching her head, sobbing uncontrollably. In her most helpless moment, she cried out, "Andrew… Andrew,
Tony gritted his teeth in rage, each word coming out like venom when he saw Andrew. Meanwhile, Andrew's expression was colder and more menacing than ever, unlike anything they had seen before. With lightning speed, he hurled the axe he seized during the fight, and it whistled through the air past East Side's elite fighters. The axe struck Juan's arm with devastating precision, causing him to scream in agony as his right arm was cleanly severed at the shoulder, blood gushing everywhere. Some droplets even landed on Christina's pale, horrified face, leaving her trembling in shock and disbelief. "My arm, my arm… Dad, help me! Kill him, kill that bastard!" Juan clutched at the stump of his shoulder as he writhed on the ground, rolling in the growing pool of blood. His once-arrogant demeanor was now reduced to a pitiful, blood-soaked mess. Tony roared like a madman, "Andrew, you bastard! I'll kill you and your whole damn family!" Then, he turned to his men and shouted, "Ge
Tony's massive frame froze, feeling weak all over. A moment later, he roared. "Andrew, you bastard! How dare you kill my son! Everyone, attack him! I want him dead and in pieces!" Tony was like a madman. Yet, despite his orders, the East Side thugs remained motionless. Instead, the remaining twenty or so thugs trembled uncontrollably, their weapons shaking in their hands as they backed away from Andrew, whose display of power had completely shattered their courage. Seeing this, Tony's bloodshot eyes bulged with rage. "You cowards! You spineless trash! Attack him! That's an order, damn it!" No matter how much he screamed, his men did nothing, their fear paralyzing them. "I'll handle this!" One of the three elite fighters Tony had hired stepped forward. The muscular man leaped into the air like a feral beast, aiming a devastating flying kick at Andrew. Herman snorted. "Don't worry, Mr. Madden Senior. With us three here, this punk won't cause any trouble." However, he qui
Herman glanced down at Erica's lifeless body, her wide-open eyes frozen in death. Fury consumed him as he kicked the chair behind him aside and stepped directly into Andrew's path. "Step aside, or you'll meet the same fate as them," Andrew warned in a low voice. Herman bristled at the insult. "You arrogant child, how dare you disrespect me!" He snarled, "Do you even know who I am? I'm an elder of the Crimson Alliance—surrender now, or even if you kill the Maddens, our clan will hunt you to the ends of the earth." "He's right, Andrew!" Tony chimed in, suddenly hopeful. "Touch me, and the Crimson Alliance will never stop hunting you. You probably don't know this, but they're the force behind East Side's power!" Andrew shook his head dismissively. "The Crimson Alliance? Should I be impressed? Sorry, but I don't keep track of every minor league martial arts organization out there." Herman smirked. "Our clan ranks among the top five martial arts organizations in all of Jayrodale