After speaking, Walter broke into violent coughing.

Diego frowned deeply. "Mr. Burke, the Hopkinses are a martial arts family where everyone practices combat. Usually, we only deploy our full force when the main family faces a life-or-death crisis."

He added, "I don't think doing this just for Andrew is necessary."

Walter's eyes showed wariness as he gritted his teeth, "These are Mr. Driscoll Senior's orders, so just follow them. Andrew may be despicable, but he's no ordinary opponent! These injuries on me are all thanks to him."

Diego was somewhat surprised, "Mr. Burke, even with your combat abilities, you were having trouble with that kid?"

Walter nodded, his already grim face becoming even more deathly pale.

Diego replied, "Alright then, Mr. Burke, you should go rest first. In two hours, once I've organized everything here, I can bring people and return to Blumedale with you."

Walter nodded. "Thank you, Mr. Hopkins Senior."

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After the cathedral battle, Andrew