Andrew used the greatsword to lift Gaia's trembling chin. He grinned and said, "You know what? You're getting up there in years, and honestly, you're nothing special to look at. And yet here you are, acting all high and mighty!"

He continued, "But you got one thing right: a man like me should be sharp and calculating. If I wasn't sharp, would I have the balls to walk into the City of Hope?"

Gaia's throat bobbed as she swallowed hard, nearly wetting herself. "S-Sir, please! Have mercy…"

Meanwhile, Toby felt his scalp tingle. He quickly spun around and ordered, "Boys, we're out!"

However, he had barely taken a step when Andrew's casual laughter stopped him cold. "Did I say you could leave? You're Toby from the Razor Crew, right? Get over here. I've got questions for you!"

Toby ignored him, picking up his pace and bolting for the exit.

Suddenly, a sharp whistle cut through the air.

The knife in Gaia's hand had somehow ended up in Andrew's grip, and in the next instant, it shot for