"But Mr. Wright Senior, if you push me too far… I do know powerful people. And I'm not afraid to call them in," Mosby warned, eyes narrowing.

Kevin let out a cold snort. He clearly did not like the threat, but in the end, he held back. After all, Mosby was Blumedale's famed Medical Master—someone even the Wrights could not touch carelessly.

However, Andrew had no such reservations. He stepped forward and slapped Mosby twice across the face, loud and hard.

Mosby stood there in shock, eyes wide in disbelief. "Andrew… did you just slap me? You have a death wish!"

He roared with rage, about to retaliate. He had already surrendered, yet Andrew still laid hands on him.

That was downright disrespectful.

Andrew did not flinch. "You're a damn stray dog, Mosby. And you dared to threaten Kevin? You're lucky I don't kill you where you stand!"

Then, he turned to Kevin and said, "Kevin, don't stop me. I have to crush this bastard. If he disrespects you, then he disrespects me, and I'm