"At this point, West End can't even send out a proper representative," Andrew stated emotionlessly. "Since you're treating me like I don't exist, I'll kill you first, then have a chat with Natasha."
"Mr. Lloyd, please don't go too far!" a voice suddenly thundered from behind.
"Conan, done watching the show from your hiding spot?" Andrew smirked as he released his grip and kicked the tattooed giant toward Conan.
Conan's face twitched. He knew the tattooed giant was one of Natasha's most fearless fighters, young and skilled in hand-to-hand combat, yet Andrew had broken him so effortlessly.
"Please follow me, Mr. Lloyd. Madam Vostokoff will see you now," Conan said coldly.
Andrew sneered. "Oh, now she's willing to meet after this show of force?"
"Mr. Lloyd, West End has already absorbed Atlas's territory," Conan stated angrily. "If you were smart, you wouldn't have come here."
"So, if I hadn't shown up, Natasha would just take everything herself?" Andrew's face remained expr
