Inside the club, Walter was covered in blood with his clothes torn to shreds as he crawled out from a pile of debris. He hissed through clenched teeth, "That bitch, I swear I won't rest until you're dead!"

His killing intent still radiated dangerously. However, anyone with eyes could see it was pure bluff, a last-ditch act of pride from a man hanging by a thread.

Meanwhile, Joe sat in the center of a circle formed by Liliana, Gary, and the others. He was meditating, trying to restore his energy.

When he opened his eyes and saw Walter limping forward, his face turned to ice. He asked coldly, "Who told you to interfere?"

Walter gritted his teeth. "That little punk had no honor and dared to injure you, Mr. Driscoll. Of course, I had to tear him apart!"

Joe was silent for a moment before replying bitterly, "Andrew didn't break any rules. I lost to him because I wasn't strong enough."

When these words came out, Liliana and the others looked completely bewildered. Joe was a prod