Kenneth never expected Andrew to actually fight back. After all, this was Glorious Pharmaceuticals' territory, and Andrew was supposedly just a small fry from Rhodes Corporation's Pharmaceutical Division. Who gave him the audacity?

Armed with plastic batons, dozens of security guards rushed forward to surround Andrew. Meanwhile, a few Glorious Pharmaceuticals executives backed away in fear, shouting insults.

"How dare this punk hit Mr. Mudge? You're dead!"

"Mr. Mudge, hang in there! We'll take care of this little brat right now!"

"Security, what are you waiting for? Beat him to death, teach him a lesson!"

Andrew stamped on Kenneth's head, forcing his face into the ground. Kenneth's mouth and nose were filled with blood and teeth, spraying out in a horrific mess.

"One more move, and I'll crush his skull," Andrew said calmly, not even looking at the dozen or so guards.

Marcus was frozen in shock. Meanwhile, the security guards and the remaining executives of Glorious Pharma