Rocco laughed along, convinced Andrew had lost his mind. "Everyone who falls into East Side's hands ends up scared witless. It's understandable!" The lackeys guarding the warehouse entrance relaxed, exchanging amused looks. They began calling out suggestions for torture, each more horrific than the last. "Mr. Madden, how do you want to handle him? Chop off a few fingers first, or maybe castrate him right away?" "Look at his flawless skin. Maybe we could sell him to a… certain kind of club," another thug suggested with a twisted grin. "Remember how many times he slapped you back at the track? I think you should return the favor, Mr. Madden—then work him over until he begs for death." Juan gloated. "Did you hear that? You're in for a world of pain. You sure you don't want to beg for mercy now?" Andrew replied impatiently, "I came here to teach Tony a lesson, not to watch a bunch of clowns put on a show. If you don't make your move soon, I'll make mine." Juan roared with lau
Rocco trembled as cold sweat ran down his body, realizing they had severely underestimated their opponent. The other East Side thugs stood frozen, afraid that any sudden move might make Andrew hurt Juan. "Let Mr. Madden go, and I'll put down my gun. Deal?" Rocco slowly lowered his weapon, though a murderous glint flickered in his eyes. Andrew smiled. "That's better." However, he quickly delivered another slap to Juan's face. "Didn't he want me to try hitting him? Well, how about one, two, three…" He asked mockingly, "How was that? Satisfied now?" The pain was unbearable, and Juan sobbed, "Yes, yes! Please stop! No more! I'll die if you don't stop!" "What more do you want?" Rocco shouted. "I've surrendered. But if anything happens to Mr. Madden, you're dead!" Andrew released Juan with a warning. "Get lost, but remember our deal—you leave me alone after this." As Juan stumbled toward him, Rocco rolled forward and snatched up his gun. "Let you go? After what you did to Mr.
Juan's heart pounded as he swallowed hard. There was nothing funny about this situation at all. Unfortunately, Tony had already hung up, pleased with himself. "Please don't kill me! I'll do anything. Just let me live!" Juan begged on his knees as Andrew approached with an increasingly cold smile. … Meanwhile, at East Side, Tony sat relaxed in his leather armchair with a casual smile. He declared. "I'm not releasing him. The kid beat up Juan, my only son. Anyone who touches him is basically spitting in my face, and that means death." Lauren, Cedric, and Dylan sat across from him, their faces grim. "Mr. Madden Senior, this whole mess started because Juan provoked Andrew first," Lauren argued angrily. "Isn't it excessive to kill someone just because of that? You can't just abuse your position as East Side's crime lord to take lives as you please." "Ms. Rhodes, I don't appreciate that tone," Tony drawled, sipping his tea. "Even if Juan started it, so what? That kid is just a n
Lauren, Cedric, and Dylan watched in shock as a figure walked calmly into the room. The man ignored the tension in the air and strode straight toward Tony. "You must be Tony Madden, the so-called king of East Side," Andrew said, his voice steady. "I beat up Juan and killed your man. Well, I'm here. What are you going to do about it?" Lauren, Cedric, and Dylan were stunned by the sheer audacity of those words. He single-handedly stormed East Side, killed one of Tony's top men, and beat Juan to a pulp. Not only that, but he was even challenging Tony himself. Even Dylan, a man who had seen his fair share of violence and chaos, felt a cold sweat forming as he watched Andrew's unshaken figure. He always knew Andrew was formidable, but this was a whole other level of audacity. Tony's face turned red with rage, veins bulging in his forehead as he growled, "I'm going to kill you!" Over a hundred East Side members flooded the room, their faces twisted with menace. Several of them gave
Tony let out a sinister laugh. "What's the matter? Getting scared now? Weren't you acting tough just a minute ago?" Andrew smiled. "I'm not scared. I'm just suggesting we could resolve this peacefully. What do you think?" Tony laughed, his tone mocking. "Resolve this peacefully? This isn't over until you're in pieces! Get on your knees, cripple yourself, and beg for Juan's forgiveness. Maybe then we'll talk." Tony relaxed back in his chair, lit a cigar, and began blowing smoke rings. Lauren frowned. "Mr. Madden Senior, you're being unreasonable. We can treat Juan's injuries and discuss this like civilized people." "Tony, it's better to end feuds than escalate them," Dylan added gravely. "The three of us are willing to make amends. Isn't that enough?" Tony scoffed. "This loser dared to come to my territory and challenge me. Do you think I'll let him walk out of the East Side alive? That's ridiculous." Andrew chimed in, "I agree. I gave you a chance for peace, but you're t
Andrew sneered. "Well, are we doing this the hard way?" Tony was on the verge of losing it. He barked, "Shut up and let go of Juan! If you do, I'll let you walk out of here. Now, get lost! All of you!" Andrew said calmly, "Ms. Rhodes, Dylan, Dr. Aicker—let's go." Dylan did not move. "Mr. Lloyd, don't trust Tony. The moment we leave, he'll order his men to surround us." Andrew turned to Tony with a smile. "You'd better not try that. I've hit a pressure point in Juan's body that could be fatal." He continued, "If we can't leave safely, believe me, your idiot son will be the first to die." Tony's expression fell again. He had indeed planned to order his hundreds of thugs to beat up these bastards the moment Andrew released Juan. However, he had not expected Andrew to be one step ahead. "Are we really going to let this punk walk away just like this?" one of his trusted men shouted in frustration. "When has East Side ever taken such a huge loss?" Tony replied grimly, "What
Lauren said with disgust, "Last time at the racetrack, it was that bastard who pushed Juan to start trouble. While the Wellers may be one of Jayrodale's elite families, Harvey is nothing but a scheming snake." Dylan snorted. "Mr. Lloyd, would you like me to arrange something and teach that little punk Harvey a lesson?" Andrew responded calmly, "Not yet. If he continues to act foolishly and crosses my path one day, I'll make sure he understands the meaning of regret." Lauren's eyes sparkled as she smiled at Andrew. Her man was becoming more commanding by the day. Without making a show of it, he had both the legendary Aicker family and Dylan's people on his side. She could not help but wonder how Christina could have ever let go of someone with such capabilities. … That night, Tony was destined for a sleepless night. As he massaged his throbbing forehead, he asked, "Well? Have they figured out how to fix Juan's condition?" His trusted man replied anxiously, "Mr. Madden Seni
Tony muttered, "Andrew Lloyd, Andrew Lloyd…" Then, he slapped Bernard so hard it sent him flying across the room. He spat, "Are you out of your damn mind? You think you can mess with me?" Bernard was stunned and protested, "Mr. Madden Senior, I'm telling the truth! Why are you hitting me?" He tried to be helpful, but Tony was not only ungrateful, but he was also violent. Bernard wanted to leave and just let Juan die. Tony snarled, "Why am I hitting you? You idiot, that bastard Andrew is the one who put Juan in this condition!" "What? He did this to Mr. Madden?" Bernard's jaw dropped as he finally understood why Tony had slapped him. He had unknowingly poked at Tony's fresh wound, so maybe he deserved that slap after all. "Mr. Madden Senior, if Mr. Madden's condition was really caused by him, then we're in serious trouble," Bernard said gravely after collecting himself. Tony snorted. "What do you mean trouble? With my connections and power, do you think I'm just going to
"If I wasn't here, were you planning to spend your nights out with Andrew instead of coming home?" Tiana's voice grew sharper with every word, each sentence harsher than the last. Lauren looked at her calmly and asked, "What are you trying to say?" "I want you to show some restraint," Tiana snapped. "Remember, you're the heiress of Rhodes Corporation, not some wild party girl with no self-respect." Lauren let out a cold laugh and said dismissively, "Everything I do appears wrong in your eyes. You even want to control who I date, but what I can't tolerate is—what makes you think being with Andrew means I have no self-respect?" Tiana sneered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Do you think I'm blind? You're out there shopping, holding hands, whispering sweet nothings to each other in public—I know about your every move." Lauren's voice dropped, laced with accusation. "So, you let me go out, but then you spy on me?" "I'm not spying—I'm preventing you from doing something you'll
Andrew exclaimed in surprise, "Lauren, I didn't realize you had that in you!" Lauren smiled sweetly. "Of course! I'm not just a pretty face. Remember, I was the one who chased Michael around with a knife, threatening his manhood!" Andrew could imagine Michael's miserable situation back when Lauren was at the height of her influence at Rhodes Corporation. That man was probably living in constant fear of losing everything at any moment. "I hadn't expected Ruby to be out of prison already. Someone must have pulled some strings," Lauren said thoughtfully. "It seems Ruby might be targeting Rhodes Corporation again," Andrew replied. Lauren smirked. "Let's head home. No matter how well she plans, it won't work. I just hope Troy doesn't do anything stupid." After dropping Lauren off, Andrew drove straight to his villa at the top of Moonlit Sanctuary. He had spent two days establishing himself at Rhodes Corporation, and it was time to focus on his own priorities. In the privacy of
After a long silence, Rodney finally growled through gritted teeth, "Just forget about it. Don't bother with him anymore. Let Andrew deal with him however he wants—might as well let him kill that troublemaking idiot! That cursed fool brings nothing but disaster! Of all the people he could provoke, why did he have to mess with Andrew?" Dean said, "I didn't intervene, but Mr. Lloyd ordered him to eat the kitchen slop." Rodney quickly responded, "Good, good, that's perfect! Make sure he eats until Andrew is satisfied. Do you hear me? If there isn't enough trash, get people to buy more from other places—I'll cover the costs!" Dean chuckled. "Don't worry, Mr. Sanford. I'll make sure he's well-fed." … "Dr. Lloyd, do you think Hugh can actually swallow that kitchen slop?" Lauren asked playfully. Her eyes glimmered with amusement, as their shopping trip had turned out to be more entertaining than expected. Andrew placed their shopping bags in the back of his G-Wagon and said with
Andrew said casually, "No need to be so cruel. Just do what I mentioned earlier." Dean was taken aback. "Mr. Lloyd, what exactly did you mean before?" Andrew gestured toward the restaurant's kitchen and replied nonchalantly, "Make him eat the kitchen slop bucket because his mouth is too filthy and disgusting. Some trash might help clean it out." Beads of cold sweat immediately formed on Dean's forehead as he looked at Hugh with pity and sympathy. This idiot must have said something truly offensive to Andrew, and karma was catching up to him. Dean had never tasted garbage before, but he could imagine it would not be pleasant. After all, that stuff was not meant for humans, and he knew Hugh would probably be scarred for life after this. "What are you standing there for? Didn't you hear Mr. Lloyd's orders? Eat the kitchen slop bucket," Dean barked at Hugh while silently mourning for him. Hugh thrashed wildly and screamed, "No! I won't eat it! I can't eat that—it's not edible a
Dean had hoped for a quiet life after joining Madblade Martial Academy. Instead, Andrew had shown up, stomped all over their pride, and forced them to pay back every cent without daring to make a sound. Dean had long resolved to follow three golden rules when it came to Andrew: not to provoke him, not to act recklessly, and not to resist. Yet, fate was cruel. Not only had he crossed paths with Andrew again, but Hugh had also managed to offend him and even expected Dean to clean up the mess. Dean's patience snapped, and for a brief moment, he genuinely considered killing Hugh to put an end to this nightmare. Hugh lay on the floor, beaten to a bloody pulp and sobbing uncontrollably, his face a mixture of tears and snot. "Mr. Mayer, I called you here to help me deal with them, not to beat me up! Why are you hitting me? Get rid of those two scumbags already!" Dean exploded. "Shut your damn mouth, you idiot!" He punctuated his fury with a vicious kick to Hugh's stomach, making
Dean strode into the restaurant, his expression dark and menacing. The moment Hugh saw him, his confidence soared. He scrambled up from the floor and glared at Andrew with a venomous sneer. "You think you're tough? Go ahead, slap me again, you punk! Let me teach you something—out here, it's all about power and connections!" Andrew raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you sure you want me to slap you again?" Hugh smacked his swollen face and jeered. "Do it! I dare you! You won't. You're probably so scared right now you're about to wet your pants!" With Madblade Martial Academy's martial artists here, Hugh was convinced Andrew would not dare make another move. In his mind, he was already imagining the scene of Andrew groveling at his feet, sobbing and begging for forgiveness. Yet, before Hugh could enjoy his fantasy, Andrew's hand whipped across his face again with twice the force. Hugh flew backward, crashing straight into Dean and his men as they entered the restaurant. Dean's
Hugh hung up the phone and sneered at Andrew. "Your time is up. Rodney's already sent people over. If I don't break both your legs and ruin your woman, I'll change my name from Nasty Hugh to Loser Hugh." Feeling smug, he pulled out a chair, lit a cigarette with a dramatic snap, and took a long drag as if savoring his supposed victory. Fiona, now stripped of all her artificial enhancements, ran over to him, sobbing hysterically. "Hugh, you've got to stand up for me! That woman ruined everything I spent thousands on! I don't care what you do—just kill her for me!" Hugh was still fuming and trying to calm his nerves when he glanced at Fiona, only to recoil in horror. "What the hell are you?!" he shouted, flinging his cigarette to the floor. Smacking her across the face, he barked, "Are you human or some kind of ghost? Get away from me, you hideous thing! How can someone this disgusting even exist?!" Fiona clutched her swelling cheek, crying out in disbelief. "Hugh, it's me! I'm
The other customers and even the restaurant owner stood frozen in place, staring at Andrew and Lauren in shock. Everyone looked stunned. It was as if they were watching something out of an action movie. "Mommy, those two are amazing!" a little boy exclaimed. "Man, that guy knocked Nasty Hugh to the ground with just one slap!" a diner murmured in disbelief. "I thought he was just some skinny dude, but he's clearly hiding some serious strength!" Lauren walked up to Fiona, placing the heel of her stiletto on the woman's face while looking down at her with a cold smile. "A minute ago, you were throwing around insults like it was your hobby. So go on, say something else now." Fiona shrieked as Lauren's heel pressed harder, distorting her nose and mouth. Tears streaming, she cried, "Hugh, help me! Somebody help! She's going to kill me!" Lauren grabbed a fistful of Fiona's hair and sneered, "Your eyelids, nose, lips are fake, and even your chest is fake. Wow, you're a walking pat
Andrew looked at Hugh with a cold smirk and said, "I'll give you a choice. Slap yourself ten times, admit you're a loser, and promise never to show your face in front of me again." He added, "Do that, and I might consider letting you walk out of here." Hugh froze for a moment. However, he soon burst into loud laughter. "Are you out of your damn mind? Fiona, did you hear this moron?!" He howled, "This idiot actually thinks he can give me a choice. What a joke! He's just begging to die." Fiona sneered at Andrew with disdain. "You're gonna regret this. In a minute, Hugh's gonna have you crying for mercy on your knees, begging him to stop!" She scoffed. "And your tramp of a girlfriend? Hugh's gonna deal with her too. Next time, learn to steer clear when you meet a big shot like Hugh." Hugh's face darkened as he pointed at Andrew. "Get on your knees right now. I'm giving you three seconds to decide. If you don't, I'll smash your head open!" The other diners shook their heads