With a single strike of his bare hand, Andrew shattered the marble table into pieces. Both underground leaders, Natasha and Dylan, froze as their eyes widened in shock. The thought of that level of force hitting a human body was terrifying—organs would be crushed on impact.

Even Natasha, who was slightly stronger than Dylan, felt a nervous tension building in her chest. Andrew's display of power far surpassed her capabilities, and the fear coursing through her was palpable.

Dylan, on the other hand, could barely maintain his composure. He knew that if Andrew truly wanted to discipline him, he would be shaking in his boots.

"What's wrong with you two? Are you part monkey, needing to fight whenever you meet? Or maybe you're like dogs—biting each other just to feel better?" Andrew sneered coldly, his gaze sharp.

Dylan remained silent, too scared to speak. Natasha, however, quickly adopted a submissive tone. "Darling, don't be mad. I know I was wrong."

Andrew gave her a frosty l