Elon stepped forward, closing the distance between him and Andrew.

Michael quickly warned, "Elon, don't do anything stupid. Andrew doesn't mess around—he'll hit you without a second thought!"

Elon sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance. He declared dramatically, "I'm Elon Golding, the epitome of money, glory, and power! Andrew, do you even know who you're messing with—"

Before he could finish, Andrew slapped him twice. The force sent Elon's nearly 400-pound body flying backward. Blood gushed from his nose and mouth as he crashed to the ground, looking utterly humiliated.

Andrew casually wiped his hands and said, "The epitome of money, glory, and power? You're more like a loser. Look at yourself now. You're nothing but a pathetic mess."

Elon was stunned, his face twisted in rage. His eyes blazed with fury as he roared, "You little punk! How dare you hit me? Do you have a death wish for your entire family?"

Kenny stood frozen, completely shocked. After all, Elon was a b