Andrew nodded and said, "Alright then. Dylan, head to the airport and bring Phantom Eye to West End. I'll deal with him myself!"

Dylan's jaw nearly hit the floor. "Mr. Lloyd, Phantom Eye is practically a semi-martial king. Are we seriously going in without a plan?"

Andrew gave him a strange look. "What plan?"

Dylan's face twitched as he hurriedly said, "Mr. Lloyd, going head-to-head with someone like Phantom Eye is basically a death sentence! Shouldn't we use some kind of strategy? Maybe pit him against someone else? Poison him? Set up some kind of trap?

"There's no way we can take him on in a direct fight!"

Andrew gave him an approving nod. "In the face of a powerful enemy, you're already thinking about sneaky tactics to avoid a head-on clash. Dylan, looks like you've been growing lately! But…"

Dylan looked at him eagerly. "But?"

Andrew smirked. "But it's just one guy. There's no need to overcomplicate things. I mean, it's only a semi-martial king, not a full martial kin