Andrew's swift and decisive moves left Christina, Francesca, and the others stunned. None of them expected Andrew to go as far as to completely dominate Harvey, even with Zayne by his side. What shocked them even more was that Harvey, who was supposed to be the top heir of Jayrodale, a place known for its skilled fighters, looked like a complete amateur, unable to even get back up after a light strike from Andrew. Zayne's eyes burned with fury. "Kid, you've got a lot of nerve," he said, his voice filled with anger. "You've hurt someone under my watch. That means I can't let you leave here alive." Andrew casually waved his hand. "Quit talking. If you want to fight, hurry up. I've got other patients to see." Zayne nearly exploded with rage. "You brat! You're asking for it now." Meanwhile, Harvey remained lying on the ground with his shattered fingers, and he could barely breathe from the pain. "Mr. Fletcher, do something! Make him pay! I want him dead, now!" Harvey screamed.
Two Weller family bodyguards rushed forward, using all their strength to steady Zayne. The scene had left Harvey stunned, completely unprepared for this outcome.Zayne mustered his last breath and stated firmly, "Mr. Weller, run." Without waiting for a response, he shoved aside the bodyguards supporting him and bolted toward the hospital exit. Andrew stood there with an icy expression, making no move to pursue. His knee strike had already shattered Zayne's vital points. While the man might survive, he would never fight again. Harvey finally snapped out of his daze and glared at his bodyguards. "What are you idiots standing around for, you useless bunch? Let's go! Get me out of here!" The bodyguards finally came to their senses and moved to escort him away, but Andrew's cold voice stopped them. "If you want to live, leave that piece of trash behind." The bodyguards' legs trembled as they remembered Zayne's fate. To them, Andrew was like the Grim Reaper himself. Then, A
One of the bodyguards asked shakily, "M-Mr. Weller, what should we do? That guy is terrifying! He destroyed Mr. Fletcher's chest. If he comes after us… w-we're done for." Harvey roared, "You're all nothing but cowards! With this kind of spineless behavior, I might as well keep dogs instead of bodyguards!" The bodyguards could only seethe silently, thinking ironically that Harvey had been the most terrified of them all. "Take me to get treated first, then find my father immediately," Harvey snarled through gritted teeth. "Just wait, Andrew. Only one of us will survive this, and it won't be you!" … Back at Jayrodale General Hospital, Irene pulled Christina aside and whispered, "Christie, this is our chance for the Stevens family." "Mom, what are you talking about?" Christina asked, confused. Irene responded urgently, "Don't you see? Andrew is now our family's only hope. The Weller family is too powerful—even Mr. Weller Senior wants to devour Stevens Corporation. We can't ha
Though mother and daughter had lowered their voices, Andrew's keen hearing caught every word. "While the Bridgefields' Stevens family might be established, they're mediocre at best. They're nowhere near the Weller family's level in Jayrodale," he commented casually. "Andrew, you know about Bridgefields' Stevens family too?" Christina asked in surprise. "The head of their family once came to me for medical help with a hefty payment," Andrew replied flatly. "I turned them away because of their attitude, but yes, I know a thing or two about that family." The head of Stevens family from Bridgefield was an influential figure who commanded immense influence throughout the region. Every member of the Stevens family had to follow their orders, making them one of the most formidable families in the area. Hence, when Andrew claimed that the head of the Stevens family's main family had come begging for his help with a substantial financial offer, it was beyond belief. Christina seem
Kane hung up the phone and shook his head, trying to maintain his composure. At this moment, staying calm was crucial. "Well, well, Mr. Weller Senior. Did something happen? You're looking rather pale," Marvin asked with a smile. Kane and his Weller family members were currently visiting Marvin's territory. Kane forced down his shock and anger, managing a smile. "It's just a minor setback, nothing important. Let's continue our previous discussion, Mr. Yates." "I'm glad it's nothing serious," Marvin replied. "However, regarding your earlier request, I'm afraid I can't help you." Kane frowned. "Mr. Yates, you're Jayrodale's wealthiest man, and your Wealthroller Investments controls the largest capital in the region. You know the Weller family needs funding right now. With just a little help from you, we'll repay tenfold once we recover." Marvin replied flatly, "My group does have substantial idle funds. However, while I can lend to the Rhodes or Aickers or any other organizat
Kane thought something was definitely strange about the entire situation. He glared at Andrew with hatred, burning with murderous intent as he said, "Well, well, if it isn't the fool who doesn't know when to quit." He continued, "I didn't even have to track you down. To think you'd deliver yourself right to my doorstep. You injured Harvey, and even Zayne couldn't finish you off. You might have some skill, but before me, you're nothing but a bug I can kill with just a single move." "Like father, like son," Andrew replied with annoyance. "No wonder your idiot son loves to act so high and mighty—he learned it from his sickly old man." A red-faced elder at Kane's side stood up angrily, pounding the table. "How dare you! Show some respect to Mr. Weller Senior, or I'll end you with one strike!" "Mr. Weller Senior, you'd better control your dogs," Marvin said coldly from his seat at the head of the table. "If you don't, I won't hesitate to put them in their place." "Mr. Yates, so
"Mr. Lloyd, is it really true that Kane only has three days to live?" Marvin asked in disbelief. Andrew responded flatly, "I might've told him three days, but it could be less. Kane is already in critical condition. The poison has already seeped into his bones." He added, "It's a shame, really. He's been stubborn, refusing to listen to anyone. If it weren't for his solid foundation as a martial artist, he'd have already collapsed." Marvin sighed. "Kane was quite the figure in his younger years. Among Jayrodale's prominent families, he was the strongest in hand-to-hand combat and fearless in a fight. Who would have thought he'd end up like this, wasting away to illness?" Andrew sneered. "His body had been weak for a while, but the real culprit is the recent poisoning." Marvin frowned. "Kane has martial arts experts around him all the time. Who could possibly poison him?" Andrew shook his head. "That's a mystery, but it's possible the poison came from someone close to him. No
Dylan was nervous. "Hey, Mr. Lloyd, you've got to stop pulling my legs. If Mr. Yates hears that, he'll literally skin me alive." Andrew smiled slightly. "It's not that serious. Anyway, let's talk business. I can help you, South City, but it's a one-time thing. So, you pick the person." Dylan and his men were confused, glancing at each other. They were unsure of what Andrew meant by "pick the person". Andrew took a sip of tea, then calmly explained, "Pick the person you need me to take out for you." Dylan's eyes widened in realization. He swallowed hard, his heart racing. He could not help but think this guy was too straightforward. Then again, he knew Andrew was indeed capable of being so. "Mr. Lloyd, it's not that we're afraid of the Northern District," Dylan replied, his tone serious. "But Atlas had declared war on us out of nowhere. South City wasn't prepared, and now we're in this mess." Dylan gritted his teeth and said in a bitter voice, "I don't want you to think I'm