Andrew looked at Hugh with a cold smirk and said, "I'll give you a choice. Slap yourself ten times, admit you're a loser, and promise never to show your face in front of me again."

He added, "Do that, and I might consider letting you walk out of here."

Hugh froze for a moment. However, he soon burst into loud laughter. "Are you out of your damn mind? Fiona, did you hear this moron?!"

He howled, "This idiot actually thinks he can give me a choice. What a joke! He's just begging to die."

Fiona sneered at Andrew with disdain. "You're gonna regret this. In a minute, Hugh's gonna have you crying for mercy on your knees, begging him to stop!"

She scoffed. "And your tramp of a girlfriend? Hugh's gonna deal with her too. Next time, learn to steer clear when you meet a big shot like Hugh."

Hugh's face darkened as he pointed at Andrew. "Get on your knees right now. I'm giving you three seconds to decide. If you don't, I'll smash your head open!"

The other diners shook their heads