In the end, Mason lay in a pool of blood with his head cracked open and bleeding. His threats and frantic curses gradually turned into shallow, ragged breaths. His eyes filled with despair and fury as he glared at Andrew, looking like he wanted to devour him alive.

Ryder said coldly, "Someone take this man to the nursing home! Treat him exactly the way he treated Grandpa!"

Mason's whole body trembled as he struggled desperately. Yet, it was useless. He was directly dragged away with all four limbs lifted off the ground.

"Andrew, may you die a horrible death! The High Oracle will definitely avenge me!" Mason's final wail echoed through the hall.

He never imagined that at such a young age, he would be sent to a nursing home. He had just sworn an oath earlier, never expecting it to come true so quickly.

Mason wanted to cry, but the tears would not come out.

Andrew frowned. He still had not figured out the cult organization behind Mason.

Ryder said, "Mr. Lloyd, I've already