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