The students of Madblade Martial Academy were furious, their eyes bloodshot as they watched Rodney being tortured as they shouted at Aspen. "Aspen, you bitch! Let go of Mr. Sanford right now!" "If anything happens to him, Madblade Martial Academy will never stop until your Bridgefields' Stevens family is destroyed!" Aspen sneered in disdain and slapped Rodney again, sending more blood splattering from his mouth. "Mr. Sanford!" Gordon stood calmly with his hands behind his back as if he did not even notice the outrage around him. "Take your time. Play with him however you like—until you've had your fun, and he's dead." He added, "Don't worry, as long as I'm here, no one in Jayrodale will dare stop you. Anyone who tries will die on the spot!" Though terrified of Gordon, some of the Madblade students were so enraged by Rodney's condition that they prepared to rush forward, ready to sacrifice everything to save him. Before they could act, Ivan clutched his chest and shouted
Rodney lay at Aspen's feet, his body soaked in blood, her triumphant stance making it clear who had the upper hand. Anyone who caught her gaze instinctively looked away, too afraid to meet her eyes. Gordon's overwhelming presence filled the air with dread, silencing even those who despised Aspen's arrogance. Though her words were infuriating, no one dared risk their lives for Rodney. Everyone valued their own survival too much to challenge Gordon. Mark finally spoke in a grave tone. "Aspen, that's enough. You've beaten him half to death. Whatever grudge you had with Madblade Martial Academy, I think it's time to put it to rest." Mark had never been fond of the academy, but as the city's mayor, he could not just stand by and watch Rodney be tortured to death by someone from out of town. Aspen chuckled softly. "Of course, Mr. Thatcher, I wouldn't dare disrespect your authority." "But tell me this—Rodney humiliated me and nearly ruined my reputation as a woman. Do you think a
Lauren frowned. "Looks like Aspen isn't satisfied with just humiliating Rodney. Now it seems like she wants to trample all over the pride of Jayrodale's martial arts community just to flaunt her arrogance." Francesca said with disdain, "I used to feel a bit sorry for her when Rodney took advantage of her. But now, it's clear—she's nothing but a troublemaker. Sooner or later, her pretty face will be ruined!" Gordon stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the crowd with contempt. "I've heard Gabo Creek's martial arts scene is full of heroes. In Bridgefields, I've already made my mark, and frankly, they weren't much. But at least there were a few iron-willed fighters. Coming to Jayrodale, I thought I'd encounter some worthy opponents. Turns out, this place is even worse than Bridgefields." His blatant mockery angered the crowd. The underground figures of Jayrodale, closely connected to the martial arts community and accustomed to settling disputes with their
Tiana scoffed but refrained from responding. If Andrew dared to step forward now, he would undoubtedly be beaten to death by Gordon. Aspen raised her voice. "Jayrodale's martial artists are nothing but cowards! In that case, Rodney, I'll castrate you and let you enjoy the feeling of seeing your family line extinguished!" Lifting her foot, she aimed a vicious kick toward Rodney's groin. Though barely conscious, Rodney managed to mutter, "If you've got the guts, just kill me. If you don't, I swear I'll take you down eventually." Ivan's expression turned grim. He knew that if he didn't intervene now, Rodney would be finished. But against Gordon, Ivan was no match. Any attempt to act would be futile. As for the students of Madblade Martial Academy, they stood even less of a chance. Any one of them would be swatted away like a fly by Gordon. "That's enough, Aspen," a calm voice rang out. "You've put on a show and achieved your goal. Let Rodney go now." Andrew finally spoke u
"What is this Dr. Lloyd thinking? Does he have a death wish?" "Standing up for Rodney like this—he must be tired of living!" "Aspen was already planning to wreck his medical center's reputation, and instead of hiding, he steps out to face her. That's some serious stubbornness!" The clueless onlookers began criticizing Andrew's decision to step forward. Even some from the underground community, unfamiliar with Andrew, assumed his actions were nothing short of suicidal. Dylan said, "Mr. Lloyd, let me handle this." Natasha added coldly, "No need for you to step in. Dylan and I can take care of this so-called master." Andrew sneered. "What so-called master? He's just a hunchbacked old fool. There's no need to make a big deal out of this." "You all stay out of it. I'll handle this myself!" Dylan and Natasha were momentarily stunned. Hunchbacked fool? Was he serious? While they knew Andrew was strong, Gordon was someone who hadn't even spared a sec
What just happened? How did that kid push him while his Unyielding Stance was active? Despite his small frame and weighing under 50 kilograms, Gordon's mastery of martial arts had reached a level where he stood as firm as a rock and wielded unimaginable power. When activating Unyielding Stance, even if a truck crashed into him, Gordon wouldn't so much as wobble. It must have been a fluke—a sheer coincidence. Gordon dismissed the thought. A small fry like that couldn't possibly have shaken him. It had to be an accident. Andrew walked straight to Rodney, ignoring Aspen's sneer. "Andrew, you can barely take care of yourself, and yet you're worried about this loser?" Andrew took out a golden pill and placed it into Rodney's mouth. After examining Rodney's crushed hand, he said coolly, "He'll be fine. The injuries are severe, but his foundation remains intact." Aspen scoffed. "You'd better worry about yourself. With just one word from me, Gordon will make you en
As Gordon made his fierce move, radiating intense killing intent, martial artists like Ivan and others felt a chill in their hearts. Gordon was simply too strong. Just standing at a distance and feeling his venomous aura was enough to make their skin crawl with goosebumps. "Dr. Lloyd… on the day of his grand opening, he might be finished." "I don't understand why he had to step forward. Is he tired of living?" "This hunchbacked old man is terrifying. If it were me, I'd be on my knees begging for mercy already!" The crowd murmured and sighed, unable to comprehend Andrew's decision to step into the spotlight. Even the prominent figures in the VIP seats hadn't stepped in yet. Why would a nobody like Andrew rush forward? Irene sneered. "Still the same show-off as ever. This time, he's bound to learn a painful lesson. Our Stevens family's top guardian could swat this arrogant brat away with one hand." Leroy chuckled. "I asked Aspen about him. Mr. Woods is the S
As Gordon spoke, his small, hunched figure suddenly curled up, slipping out of Andrew's grasp with incredible agility. Seizing the opportunity, Gordon's eyes gleamed viciously as he struck a palm toward Andrew's chest. Andrew caught the strike effortlessly, his hand steady as a rock. At the same time, his right hand flicked slightly, and two silver needles appeared between his index and middle fingers. In a split second, with an almost imperceptible motion, the needles shot out. The needles pierced Gordon's body with incredible precision, embedding themselves directly into the hump on his back. Gordon retreated several meters, standing still as he sneered, completely unaware of the danger he was in. "Heh, kid, you've been hit by my Plaguebringer's Palm. In a matter of hours, the poison will take hold, and you'll die a slow, painful death!" Andrew glanced at his palm, noticing a faint black shadow lingering there. "Looks like the poison left its mark," he rem
Francesca had enough. She turned to Christina and snapped, "Christina, are you seriously going to stand there and let your mother humiliate herself like this?" Christina's face burned with shame. She was beyond embarrassed, but Andrew's attitude toward her was something she could not accept. So instead, she steeled her voice. "Andrew, there's no denying that my mother was hit. You probably don't want this to escalate, so here's the deal—come back with me to the Stevens mansion, and I won't pursue this any further." Andrew let out a short laugh. "Go ahead. Let her make a scene all she wants. In fact, I have a pretty good relationship with Donald over at Jayrodale's law enforcement division. I'm sure he'd love to look into a case where a crazy old woman is harassing my business." The second Andrew reached for his phone, Irene instantly panicked. She scrambled to her feet so fast it was almost comical—no trace of the poor, battered old lady was left. She shrieked, "Andrew, you b
Leroy sneered. "Andrew, you and Christie had a history. Back when you were struggling, she was the one who helped you! Now that you're successful, it's only right that you repay her. If you refuse, then you're just an ungrateful traitor—and trust me, if you don't cooperate, I'll make sure you're ruined!" Andrew's eyes turned ice-cold as he let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "Christina helped me when I was at my lowest? Leroy, the Stevens family really has no shame, huh? When I was living under your roof, did I ever take a dime from you? Did I ever owe you anything? "If anything, it was you—and your greedy, money-grubbing mother—who kept taking from me, milking me for every cent you could get." Ignoring how Irene and Leroy's faces darkened, Andrew turned to Christina and scoffed. "And you, Christina—what is it? Now that I have everything, you think you can just swoop in and claim a piece of it?" Christina opened her mouth, struggling to explain. "I-I'm not the kind of person you th
Leroy said, "You just need to manage Stevens Corporation, make good money, hand over your G-Wagon to me, and introduce Natasha to me as my future wife. That's all!" Andrew burst out laughing—so hard his stomach hurt. He mocked, "Hah! The Stevens sure are straightforward with their demands. And wow, so polite about it too!" However, Irene did not seem to catch the sarcasm in his tone. She beamed. "Of course! Andrew, just come back and patch things up with Christie. You two were meant to be together! Don't worry, as your future mother-in-law, I'll treat you well from now on. Everything that happened in the past? Consider it forgotten!" Leroy stretched out his hand expectantly and smirked. "Andrew, give me the keys to the G-Wagon now. I'll take it for a spin at the club tonight—gotta impress the ladies! And about Natasha, no rush! Just talk to her and let her know that becoming my wife would be an honor. She should be grateful, honestly!" He was already lost in his own fantasy, gr
"Alright, it's getting late. Let's lock up and head home," Andrew said with a smile after taking a few sips of the tea Nyla had prepared. Cedric chuckled. "I'll head back to the Aicker residence Fran, you and Dr. Lloyd can go back to Moonlit Sanctuary." Francesca rolled her eyes playfully. "I got it, Grandpa! You don't have to spell it out!" The two of them locked up Moonlit Apothecary and were just about to leave when a luxury car pulled up, stopping right in front of the store. "Sorry, we're closed for the night. If you need a doctor, come back tomorrow," Francesca said politely. However, as soon as she saw who was stepping out of the car, her expression turned strange. "Well, Andrew, what's this? You're not going to welcome me?" The one speaking was none other than Irene, accompanied by her entire family—including Christina in a sleek white dress—and Aspen, their driver. Andrew ignored her completely, his gaze settling on Christina instead. He asked indifferently, "
Andrew nodded. "This isn't a modern formula—it comes from Holtrien's ancient medical tradition passed down for generations." Cedric was amazed. "That explains everything! The rarity of ancient formulas is beyond measure, and these two are among the best of the best. Their value is simply incalculable." Francesca hesitated. "Andrew, these formulas are priceless… are you really okay with just showing them to us?" Andrew chuckled. "Why wouldn't I be? Do you really think I'd ever be on guard against you, Fran? Besides, I'm showing you because I want you to feel reassured and join me in producing these groundbreaking medicines!" A warm, sweet feeling spread through Francesca's chest, and a rosy blush colored her fair cheeks. So, Andrew trusted her completely—he already considered her one of his own. She wondered if their relationship progressed, she could truly become his woman. Her mind started to wander, imagining all the possibilities. Meanwhile, Cedric smacked the table in
Andrew looked completely innocent as he said, "It's not like I wanted this to happen! I just wanted to make things easier for Mr. Aicker so he wouldn't have to work so hard!" Francesca let out a huff, flashing her sharp little canine teeth as she smirked. "At this rate, the people of Jayrodale are going to think you're the only doctor around! They'll forget that my grandfather is Cedric Aicker!" Cedric scoffed, giving her a sharp look. "What nonsense are you spouting? Do you really think I care about fame and status? Dr. Lloyd's medical skills are far beyond mine. If patients trust him more, that's because he earned it fair and square." Francesca secretly stuck out her tongue and rolled her eyes at Andrew. She was just talking big—deep down, she was actually proud of him. Andrew chuckled. "Mr. Aicker, Fran, come sit down. There's something I want to discuss with the Aicker family." Then, he turned to Nyla and said, "Nyla, could you bring us some tea?" Nyla grinned. "Got it!
The elderly patients continued showering Cedric and Francesca with gratitude. In Jayrodale, the Aicker family had long earned a stellar reputation in the medical field. When Nyla spotted Andrew walking in, her eyes lit up with excitement. "Dr. Lloyd—no, Andrew, you're here!" Under Andrew's firm insistence, she had finally stopped addressing him so formally. Andrew smiled. "Yeah, I'm here. How's your health? Are you feeling better?" Nyla grinned. "Way better! I don't feel any pain at all anymore. The supplements you prescribed worked like a miracle!" Andrew nodded. "Go grab me a chair. I'll take over for Mr. Aicker so he can rest for a bit." Nyla waved her hands frantically. "No way! Andrew, you've already been working all day. You should be the one resting. I'll tell Mr. Aicker to take a break instead!" Andrew shook his head. "I'm fine. Just make sure Mr. Aicker gets some rest—I'll handle the remaining patients so we can close up soon." Seeing that Andrew would not take
Tiana let out a cold scoff. "What do you know? Andrew's strength is far beyond what you and the rest of your generation can even comprehend! If I hadn't stepped in today, he wouldn't have beaten you half to death." Howard clenched his teeth. "Fine, maybe I can't beat him—but our Lambert family isn't afraid of him." Tiana sneered. "Still clinging to your family name for protection? Pathetic. Let me ask you this—when Andrew made his move, who was backing him? Did he have anyone supporting him? He walked in alone, and yet he crushed you—and that useless fool Michael—without breaking a sweat." She shook her head with disappointment. "Watching you weaklings struggle is honestly embarrassing for the Lambert family. But Marvin managed to cultivate someone this powerful. That's something I can't afford to ignore." For once, there was a rare trace of exhaustion in Tiana's voice, as if the weight of the situation was finally getting to her. Howard was too stunned to even be upset at her
Lauren chuckled. "So tell me, how did you figure out that Mom felt guilty?" Andrew smirked. "It's simple—she was furious that Howard let himself get used by Michael. Think about it. Someone as high up as Mrs. Rhodes—would she ever tolerate someone messing with her people? That's a slap to her face." He added, "But she held herself back because someone of her status—someone who practically runs Rhodes Corporation—wouldn't lower herself to go after Michael directly. On top of that, Michael has her trust, at least on the surface. "So, with no other option, she had to swallow her pride. She knew she was in the wrong, so she let me go without another word and just took Howard with her." Marcus nodded thoughtfully. "That actually makes a lot of sense, Mr. Lloyd. If that's the case, then Mrs. Rhodes must be seriously displeased with Michael." Andrew leaned back in his chair, speaking at a leisurely pace. "It's more than just 'displeased'. Think about it—Michael's incompetence is obv