Andrew growled, "These two slaps are from me as your godfather, teaching my dumbass godson a lesson!"

He slapped Quinton twice again, hissing, "These next two are on behalf of Kevin, your father. You little bastard, how dare you go around stirring up trouble under his name!"

Two slaps echoed again. "These are for giving you a wake-up call. You had the audacity to cause a scene on Chamber turf and ignore your own godfather—me, the chairman. Clearly, your thick skin's been itching for some discipline!

"And these last three? That's just me being annoyed by your stupid face. Let that sink in—don't you dare try this again!"

Andrew finally withdrew his hand, expression flat and emotionless.

Quinton's face had puffed up like a grotesque balloon, so swollen and disfigured that he was unrecognizable.

"Andrew, you son of a… You piece of…" he cried out.

Quinton lifted a trembling hand to point at Andrew, clearly wanting to bark out some kind of threat. However, he had been beaten so