Jason's cold, emotionless voice echoed, and the onlookers quickly backed away. They were frightened by the chilling aura emanating from him—it felt like being targeted by a venomous snake.

Aspen's face filled with uncertainty as he sized up Jason. She thought Winston's personal bodyguard was impressive, possessing fighting skills matching Gordon's, at the peak senior grandmaster level. It was indeed just as expected from the elite families of Blumedale.

Gordon alone was enough to make the Stevens family of Bridgefields walk with their heads high. If Jason was not even the strongest in the Wright family, then the other experts in the family must have surpassed the senior grandmaster level.

In an instant, Aspen became absolutely certain that Andrew had met his match. No matter how hard he struggled or how lucky he got, death was inevitable.

"How dare you!" Natasha and Dylan tensed up, glaring at Jason.

Jason chuckled. "You two wimps—if you don't want to die, move. With your pat