Each of Zeke's men wore expressions of disdain and viciousness. One shouted, "Big Z, do it already! Take that punk out first!"

"And that stuck-up bitch too. So what if she's from Blumedale? This is Verhampton Valley, and we don't back down from anyone!"

Another chimed in, "There are over 100 of us! Hell, even if we all just spit on them, we could drown these little nobodies!"

The gang burst into boisterous laughter, completely unhinged and fearless.

Chantelle's face was ice cold, and she opened her mouth to speak.

However, Andrew gently tugged her back and stepped forward. "There's no point talking to them. And really, what's there to say to a bunch of low-life thugs like these? In places like this, fists speak louder than words. Watch Hank, and wait for me right here."

With that, Andrew walked toward the crowd of over 100 gang members alone. His figure looked thin, small, and vulnerable in comparison, like he didn't stand a chance.

With every step he took, his presence