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