Andrew chuckled. "Relax, your head's too hard, and honestly, I don't enjoy slapping it—my hand's starting to hurt. Just have Dean repay all the money owed to those creditors—they worked hard for that money in the Northern District and deserve to be paid."

"Fine, whatever," Rodney muttered reluctantly, and Andrew left with Francesca, confident the debt would be settled.

Outside the academy, the creditors were still lingering, many of them nursing injuries from earlier confrontations.

They were cursing Madblade Martial Academy bitterly when Andrew called out, "Everyone, listen up! Madblade Martial Academy has agreed to repay your money—go collect it!"

"Are you serious?" asked one portly businessman, excitement rippling through the crowd.

"I just spoke with Rodney, and he wouldn't dare refuse," Andrew replied with a smile. "Go on in."

However, the creditors hesitated, still traumatized by their earlier treatment and doubting this stranger's influence.

"How ridiculous. Giv