Dylan asked, "Mr. Lloyd, in that situation with two martial kings present, how did you have the nerve?"

Just remembering it made his throat dry and his palms sweat.

Andrew scoffed and shrugged. "So what? If it really came to a fight, they'd be the ones dying, not me."

Dylan's face twisted into an expression of pure disbelief. "But Mr. Lloyd, did you even consider my feelings? You might be able to handle being ganged up on, but I would've been meeting my maker right then and there!"

Andrew blinked, then laughed. "Fair point. I would've been fine, no doubt about that. But you? Yeah, Grand Viper would've probably snapped you in half with a single strike. But hey, Dylan, you lucked out. You made it back in one piece."

Dylan's mouth twitched as the realization hit him that Andrew had not even considered whether he would live or die back there. If a real fight had broken out with all those people ganging up on them, would he have actually survived?

Seeing the pale look on Dylan'