Andrew's sudden attack stunned everyone in the room.

Rachel's jaw dropped, and she stuttered, "M-Mr. Lloyd, you…"

Andrew remained expressionless as he grabbed Cillian by the hair and delivered a vicious string of slaps.

Cillian's face was covered in blood, his body twitching and jerking as screams tore from his throat.

"Someone! Get in here! Kill this little bastard! Kill him now!" he shrieked, calling for his men.

However, the doors were locked tight—nobody outside could hear a thing.

"Mr. Ulrich, what's going on? Why's your tongue hanging out like that? Come on, keep those feet on the table. Show us how tough you are."

Andrew's laughter echoed like a demon's whisper in Cillian's mind.

Cillian's face was a crimson mess, but he still managed to scream, "Andrew, you'll regret this! From now on, all of Blumedale's underground and the entire Ulrich Group are at war against you!"

Andrew delivered several more slaps, hitting Cillian so hard that his brain buzzed and he cou