The Hidden Dragons members started mocking Andrew. "Did you seriously call some rent-a-cop to throw out elite fighters from the Hidden Dragons?"

"Andrew must've lost his damn mind after seeing Mr. Thurman show up!"

"Hah! No doubt about it—he probably pissed himself the second Mr. Thurman walked through the door!"

Finley sneered. "Andrew, you're getting dumber by the minute. You ain't even worth dirt in front of our elder, so what makes you think your little guard dog here stands a chance? Hell, I don't even need Mr. Thurman to handle him—I could make this guy get on his knees and beg!"

With a twisted grin, Finley lunged faster than anyone expected, swinging a slap right at Phantom Eye's head.

Nyla gasped. "Watch out!"

Phantom Eye chuckled. "Well, damn. First day on the job and already being looked down on? Tsk, tsk… do I really look like someone that easy to mess with?"

He tilted his head to the side, easily dodging the slap without even trying. Then, he returned the favo