Andrew did not lose his temper. A true martial artist needed to keep a fire in his chest, but also the patience of a senior. He could allow these spoiled brats their arrogance.

He said, "Out of respect for the uniforms you wear, I won't make a move. But remember, this is the only time."

With that, he turned, ready to head upstairs.

Brett's face flushed red with fury. "Bastard, how dare you ignore me? Take this!"

With two thunderous cracks, his fists split the air as they shot toward the