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