Herman's face contorted with rage as he spun around and slapped Tony, sending him flying across the room. He screamed, "Get away from me, you idiot! Don't you realize the trouble you've gotten us into?"

He continued, "Instead of standing there clueless, you should get on your knees and beg for mercy!"

Tony clutched his swollen face, his mind completely blank.

Beg for mercy? What was happening?

Nothing was making sense for Tony.

Suddenly, about 200 men in black suits rushed into the building, quickly subduing all of East Side's remaining thugs. The suited men parted to make way as two figures walked in.

Dylan walked in, immediately stunned. Meanwhile, leading the way was an elderly man with a cane, dressed in a style suit, radiating an air of authority so powerful it silenced the chaos around him.

"M-Mr. Yates, why… why are you on my turf?" Tony stammered.

Marvin, the wealthiest man in Jayrodale, ignored Tony completely and respectfully approached Andrew. "Mr. Lloy