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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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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
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Gordon, standing on the verge of collapse, seemed to ignore Aspen's frantic words. His face twisted in agony as the grotesque hump on his back began to writhe under his clothing. It was as if something alive were crawling beneath the fabric. A faint but ominous pop echoed as the hump on Gordon's back cracked open slightly, oozing a viscous, toxic pus. The corrosive liquid immediately burned through his clothing and skin, producing smoke and leaving grotesque, pitted scars. It was a horrifying sight, reminiscent of acid eating through flesh. Aspen's eyes widened in shock. "Mr. Woods, what's happening to you?" Gordon raised a trembling hand, shouting through gritted teeth, "Stay back! Don't come near me—if you do, you'll die!" Frantically, he pulled out two pills from a hidden pouch, swallowing them quickly while simultaneously sealing several key acupoints on his body. Taking a deep breath, Gordon glared at Andrew and growled, "Kid, you're lucky today. But ma
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The most sinister aspect of the Plaguebringer's Palm lay in its inescapable poison. Anyone who came into contact with Gordon's palm was guaranteed to be poisoned without exception. But Tiana had seen it with her own eyes: Andrew's hands showed no signs of poisoning whatsoever. Could it be that Gordon's sudden weakness had given Andrew an unexpected advantage, allowing him to escape unscathed by sheer luck? The more Tiana thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. After all, even she wouldn't have been able to completely avoid the poison of the Plaguebringer's Palm. The difference was that her deeper strength allowed her to suppress the toxins, giving her time for treatment and recovery later. "Andrew, you've got to be the luckiest man alive!" Tiana snorted coldly before turning to leave with her entourage. Jerry trailed closely behind her, but as they passed Andrew, he cast him a lingering look. Unlike Tiana, Jerry didn't believe Andrew's survival was p
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The students of the Madblade Martial Academy helped Rodney to his feet and brought him over to Andrew. Ivan clasped his hands in gratitude and said, "Mr. Lloyd, thank you for saving Mr. Sanford." During the fight, Gordon had suddenly fallen back halfway through, which left Ivan with mixed emotions. Though part of him struggled to believe that Andrew had actually managed to suppress Gordon, the fact that Gordon fled spoke volumes about Andrew's strength—a level far beyond what Ivan could hope to match. Andrew waved dismissively. "No need for thanks. Is Rodney all right?" Rodney struggled to open his eyes, his voice weak but clear. "Thank you, Andrew, for saving my life. That pill you gave me was incredible. Aside from the serious external injuries, the internal wounds that hunchback inflicted on me feel almost fully healed!" Andrew shook his head, half annoyed. "That pill wasn't just incredible—it was invaluable. You gave me a tray of gold bars; I gave you your life back. See
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Yet, of all the fearless, reckless men they had encountered, neither Aspen nor Chantelle had ever seen anyone as stubbornly arrogant as Andrew. Both women were completely stunned, wondering where he even got the guts to say things like that. In this world, commoners fear officials—but officials? They fear the men with guns—the military. However, here was Andrew, treating a colonel like Xavier as if he were worthless weeds. It was utter madness—like a sparrow challenging an eagle, a lamb taunting a wolf. It was sheer recklessness bordering on suicide. With a thunderous swoosh, Xavier's massive broadsword came crashing down with enough force to split boulders and level trees. Just the murderous pressure from that swing made Chantelle's face go pale. She was starting to doubt if she could even stand up to Xavier herself. After all, Andrew looked like he was about to be torn in half by that blade. What infuriated her even more was that, at the height of danger, Andrew just st
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"Colonel Haywood, you know full well that with your rank and position, you can't just go around killing people on a whim," Chantelle warned coldly. She added, "Besides, your friend Andarov used banned weaponry on Holtrien soil, which is a serious offense. You can be sure Mr. McCormick won't just let that slide." Left with no other option, Chantelle had to drop Derek's name to try to rein Xavier in. However, Xavier was not intimidated at all. His voice dripped with venom as he said, "Ms. Garcia, I respect Mr. McCormick—he governs this province, and I'll give him that. But do you think the Haywoods' name should be trampled like dirt? Especially by some no-name punk who doesn't know his place? "I'll chop him into pieces, and if I have to, I'll apologize to Mr. McCormick myself. But with the military accolades I've earned, the Haywood family's backing, and my deep ties in the defense department, killing this bug wouldn't even cause a blip on the radar." Chantelle's stomach twiste
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Chantelle sneered, "All in all, you're just an ordinary man, a slave to your desires with a pathetically mediocre mind." She had finally caught an opening to hit Andrew where it hurt, and she was not about to waste it. Andrew chuckled. "Ms. Garcia, you really do live up to your title as a master of psychology. You got most of it right. But you still missed one tiny detail—like the fact that, right now, I've got a very clear image of your naked body in my mind." The bluntness of that line stunned Chantelle, and her expression twisted in outrage. She snapped, "Andrew! That was in the past—how dare you bring it up like it's nothing? Aren't you worried I'll kill you?" The usually cold woman was genuinely furious now. Andrew shrugged lazily. "I'm sitting right here, wounded and unarmed. Go ahead, kill me. But even if you did, you still wouldn't erase the fact that you once stripped bare in front of me." Chantelle raised her hand in fury but forced herself to lower it again with
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Andrew was sitting on the lawn outside Serenity Villa, watching the crew from The Sovereign Residences repair his home. After the attack last night, it was a miracle the place was still standing—if the villa had not been built to the highest security standards, it would have been reduced to nothing but ash and rubble by the Srovika Federation mercenaries. Felix Daughtry, the security captain from The Sovereign Residences, a semi-martial king-level fighter, walked over with a grim expression and reported, "Mr. Lloyd, Serenity Villa took quite a hit. Full restoration might be difficult." Andrew glanced at him and said coldly, "I want it restored exactly as it was, and not just that—The Sovereign Residences will need to compensate me for all damages, including emotional distress. If that's too much, then I don't want the house anymore. I'll go to the press and let the world know just how useless your brand really is." Felix's face darkened, turning almost pitch black with anger. H
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Since the night before, Xavier had been fully suited in military attire, standing vigilant and sleepless. He gripped a massive broadsword, and when the butler spoke, his voice was ice-cold. "Don't worry. Andarov won't fail me. That bastard Andrew is as good as dead." Though those were his words, doubt lingered in Xavier's mind. After all, Andarov never took this long to finish a kill. Nonetheless, the sun was rising—he should be back any minute now. Andarov, commander of the Blood Wolf Mercenaries, was ruthless and battle-hardened. Xavier met him while stationed overseas, and after several missions together, they became close allies. "With the entire Blood Wolf squad under him, it doesn't matter if Andrew has bodyguards. He won't last five minutes," Xavier sneered, confident. He was already planning the next steps—hold Seth's memorial as soon as Andarov returned, then introduce him to Luna to score even more clout. Having a famous international mercenary as a personal friend? E
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At the Golding family estate, Elon exclaimed in disbelief, "What did you just say? Black Wolf is dead?" The butler, face tight with unease, replied, "Yes, sir. Early this morning, his body was found dumped in the sewer. The cause of death matched the last group of assassins perfectly. There's no doubt that it was Andrew who killed him." Elon's expression darkened instantly. "Even Black Wolf failed and ended up dead? Andrew... you've clearly been hiding more strength than we thought." The butler nodded gravely. "Sir, that man is definitely not some pawn on the board. Not only is Black Wolf gone, but the Srovika Federation mercenary commander the Haywoods brought in also died at Serenity Villa." Elon gasped. "Even Xavier's overseas hitman got wiped out? Are you absolutely sure?" The old butler's brow twitched. "Completely sure. This morning, both bodies—Black Wolf and the mercenary captain—were found side by side in the sewer on Blumedale's main street." Elon clenched his ja
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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
