"Someone, take him out—make sure he doesn't leave here alive!"

This was Stephen's turf, but Andrew had the nerve to talk to Dylan like that, ordering him around. Dylan was someone Stephen had to beg for respect, yet this small-time punk from Rhodes Corporation's Pharmaceutical Division was acting like he could order Dylan around.

As Stephen commanded his men to move, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. His whole massive body was sent flying like a ragdoll, crashing into the wooden