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