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After all, Ivan was not at the level that Tiana considered worth paying attention to. 'Once Gordon takes down that brute, the next target will be Andrew,' she thought coldly. 'When Gordon beats him bloody, Marvin and Lauren will be begging me to intervene.' Tiana's expression shifted slightly before she huffed softly under her breath. 'I can't let Andrew get killed outright. But I'll wait until Gordon cripples him first—then I'll step in.' A chilling smile tugged at her lips as she plotted. 'That way, Marvin will owe me a favor, and Andrew's future will be ruined. Once he's a broken man, Lauren will never think twice about him again.' She glanced over at Marvin, who seemed entirely unconcerned, even sipping his tea as if this were just a casual show. 'You've been the undisputed top dog in Jayrodale for too long, Marvin. That overconfidence will be your downfall.' Amused at the thought, Tiana eagerly awaited the moment when Gordon would crush Andrew. A loud boom echoed ac
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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
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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
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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
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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
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"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
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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
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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
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On the ground, Black Wolf writhed in pain, howling in disbelief. He finally understood why that last squad of heavily armed mercenaries had vanished without a trace after storming Serenity Villa. This place was not just a house—it was a damn death trap. "Who sent you to kill me?" Andrew asked calmly as he twirled the dagger Black Wolf had dropped. Pinned down by Natasha and Dylan, Black Wolf was drenched in sweat, his shattered legs leaving him gasping in agony. He growled, "Why the hell should I tell you? You should know exactly who you've pissed off. Even if I'm in your hands, kid, if you lay a finger on me, the consequences—" Andrew did not let him finish. Instead, he drove the blade straight into Black Wolf's chest. Whatever threat Black Wolf was about to spit out died on his tongue. His eyes bulged in shock before his head slumped to the side—dead. "If you didn't have the sense to act like a prisoner, then I did you a favor and sent you straight to hell. Next time, try
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Aspen could not help leaning closer to see what Andrew was doing. To her surprise, his breathing was steady—he was already asleep. She stared at him, both amused and annoyed as she thought, 'I'm lying right next to him, and he still manages to fall asleep? Am I not attractive enough? Or does this guy just not find me worth the effort?' That split second of realization triggered an unexpected wave of disappointment and frustration in her. … Meanwhile, outside Serenity Villa, a black figure moved silently across the ruined outer wall, climbing with inhuman ease. It was Black Wolf—Elon's secret weapon, a top-tier assassin with a reputation to match. A matte-finished blade dangled from his lips as he surveyed the building, swiftly memorizing the layout of the damaged villa. He was not alone. At least a dozen other men hid in the dark, surrounding the perimeter and lying in wait. Nonetheless, they were not predators, at least not to him. He scoffed, thinking, 'They're the bait,
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Through the second half of the night, Serenity Villa remained eerily quiet. Chantelle stepped out from her lookout post and announced, "Looks like no one else is coming tonight. Everyone should get some rest." Andrew stopped her. "Hold up. You all stay on watch—I'll go rest." Chantelle narrowed her eyes. "Are you giving me orders like I'm your subordinate?" Andrew responded calmly, "Not at all. I just want to isolate myself and draw the next assassin in alone." Chantelle frowned. "So, you're planning to be alone in a room and give the assassin a shot at you? You're using yourself as bait?" Andrew replied, "Exactly. One mercenary commander from the Srovika Federation is dead, but with the Haywoods and Goldings both after my head, there's no way they'd just send one decent hitter and be done." Chantelle nodded. "That… makes sense. But you're injured. What happens if something unexpected comes up? Can you really handle it?" Before Andrew could answer, Aspen blurted, "It's
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Andarov could not care less about anything else and turned to flee, trying to blast through the villa wall and make his escape. However, Andrew's attacks were relentless, like crashing waves, giving him no chance to run. With perfect aim, Andrew struck the center of Andarov's back with a palm strike that exploded like a thunderclap. Bones shattered with a sickening crunch, and nearly two-thirds of Andarov's skeleton was crushed in an instant. Then, blood gushed out from his mouth as he collapsed, his massive eight-foot frame crashing to the floor. Raising his trembling, blood-soaked hand, he pointed at Andrew, gasping, "You're not… not just some ordinary man. You're from… Holtrien's Chetvine… You're part of the royal fa—" He never got to finish the sentence. Before the final word left his lips, Andarov exhaled his last breath and died on the spot. A single drop of blood fell from Andrew's waist, and part of his shirt had already soaked through with red. Natasha rushed over
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Aspen's scream pierced the night. For a moment, she was certain bullets would tear through her. However, Andrew's arms locked around her, shielding her completely as he kicked the shredded sofa aside. Then, a gold needle flashed from Andrew's fingers. The burly and tall Andarov Markovic snarled as his right wrist erupted in pain, and his Desert Eagle clattered to the floor. Shocked and angry, Andarov quickly raised his other gun, ready to continue firing. Just then, Andrew blurred across the room and crushed an uppercut into his jaw. "You're alive! Good. I'll peel your spine out myself and avenge my subordinates!" Andarov yelled. He dumped his remaining gun, elbows smashing Andrew's strikes. Just like that, the two started fighting in the lobby on the first floor. Srovikan fighters were already brutes, but Andarov was a wrecking ball. Every collision splintered walls, and every missed punch cratered the floor. Before long, the villa, already in ruins, was destroyed further.
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Aspen's face burned crimson as she instinctively crossed her arms over her chest. Damn it—her habit of going braless after showers had become second nature, and Andrew had seen her in this state. Humiliated, she spat, "Fine! Since my kindness is wasted on you, I'm going to bed!" She turned to stomp upstairs in a huff. However, Andrew suddenly sprang from his chair and tackled her to the ground. His arm locked around her slender waist as they rolled across the floor. Aspen's shock quickly turned to fury, wondering what the hell this bastard was doing. Was he actually trying to take advantage of her in the dark? She silently cursed herself for being dumb and wandered around practically naked in front of this pervert. She was basically giving him a chance to pounce at her. Just as she began struggling in earnest, Andrew's growl cut through the night. "Stop moving unless you want to die!" The next moment, a hail of gunfire erupted, muzzle flashes lighting up the darkness as b
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As evening fell, Aspen and Dylan returned to Serenity Villa. The front gate stood wide open, and Andrew sat squarely in a chair in the middle of the first-floor lobby. Aspen frowned as she stepped inside. "Why are you sitting here?" Andrew replied, "Waiting for guests." "Who?" "Assassins from the Haywoods and the Goldings." Her face darkened when she heard his words. She could not help but think Andrew had lost his damn mind for leaving the front door wide open for killers. He glanced at her and asked, "Weren't you meeting a client? How'd it go?" Aspen's voice turned icy. "Turns out, Christina was the one looking for investors." Andrew raised a brow. "So? You turned her down?" She sneered as she said, "More than that. I made sure all three of them left humiliated. That old hag Irene even got a slap from me." Andrew simply shrugged. Aspen had never been the merciful type, and none of this surprised him. He simply ordered, "Go make something to eat. I'm hungry." Asp
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Dylan explained, "But you're a proud woman. You never used to bow to anyone, especially not to Mr. Lloyd. Now, you're just clinging to that same pride and defiance. "But the truth is, that pride of yours? It's already been worn down by Mr. Lloyd, completely. As for what's left… well, you know it better than anyone. You just don't want to admit it."Aspen grew frustrated. "I don't need you psychoanalyzing me. I just need someone to tell me—what do I have to do to break out of this mess? This constant confusion and misery?"Dylan shrugged. "Isn't it obvious? You're just as stunning as Ms. Aicker or Ms. Rhodes. Those two didn't mind letting Mr. Lloyd take what he wanted. So, why not follow their lead? Let's be real, Aspen—you've already fallen for Mr. Lloyd, and there's no shame in that. "Mr. Lloyd has that effect on women. I've been around him long enough to stop being surprised. You, Natasha, Francesca, Lauren… even that girl Nyla Goth from the Moonlit Apothecary in Jayrodale—if Mr
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After leaving the cafe, Aspen stepped into the restroom. She splashed a few handfuls of icy water on her face, trying to calm the storm inside her. She said, "Mr. Garner, could you do me a favor and not tell Andrew about what just happened?" Dylan leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, and chuckled. "Ms. Aspen, you really gave her a piece of your mind. If it felt good, why not let Mr. Lloyd know?" Aspen's expression darkened with self-mockery. "Because I didn't stand up for myself—I used Andrew's name to intimidate her. Christina was right about one thing—I am pathetic. "Andrew nearly destroyed my family, and yet here I am, throwing his name around like it means something. Even worse, I shamelessly implied I'd offer myself to him!" Dylan smirked. "So you're ashamed of yourself? You think less of yourself now?" Aspen stared at her reflection. Her face was as cold as ever, but her eyes no longer held their usual arrogance. Instead, they were clouded with something unrea
