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
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
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
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
Irene and Leroy almost peed their pants out of fear. "Andrew… you… What do you think you're doing?" Irene stammered. She tried to sound tough, but her voice cracked. "I'm warning you, if you dare act out of line, Aspen won't let you get away with this!" Leroy chimed in, equally nervous, "Andrew, don't be rash! Don't forget that Mr. Woods will be back. Aren't you afraid he'll crush you with just one slap?" Despite their bluster, both of them were trembling uncontrollably, cold sweat pouring down their backs. Whether it was Dylan, Natasha, or the rest of the underground leaders present, none of them were people the Stevens family could afford to provoke. And that wasn't even counting the Madblade Martial Academy members still around. If these groups decided to take action, the Stevens family wouldn't stand a chance. What they couldn't understand was how Andrew, of all people, had managed to command such influential figures. Aspen, grinding her teeth, snapped, "A
Ignoring Aspen's murderous glare, Andrew snorted coldly. "As for you saying that I stood by while you were humiliated at Madblade Martial Academy and didn't come to your aid… Do you even hear yourself? How ridiculous can you be? "Am I your guardian in any way? You get bullied, and I'm supposed to jump in to save you? Sure, fine. Just kneel down right now, acknowledge me as your father, and from today onward, in all of Jayrodale, I, Andrew Lloyd, will have your back!" With a mocking laugh, Andrew stared at Aspen, waiting for her to kneel. It suddenly hit him just how much of a radical feminist she was, expecting him to rescue her when she was in trouble. And if he didn't, she held grudges and sought revenge. Women like Aspen, spoiled beyond belief and incapable of understanding basic decency, were a product of unchecked indulgence. If she didn't deserve a lesson, who did? Aspen's face turned crimson with anger, her teeth clenched. "Fine, Andrew, you're right about
Justin instantly sensed something was about to spiral. He rushed forward and tried to defuse the tension. "Mr. Hopkins, please calm down. We're all just here to have a nice dinner—no need for this." Archie clutched his swollen cheek, his face twisted with rage. "Calm down? Get out of my face! If you say another word, I'll end you too!" Justin flinched and quickly backed off, no longer daring to speak. However, as he glanced toward the Rhodes family, his eyes burned with resentment. He cursed them for being foolish. Despite knowing they could not go up against the Hopkins, they still had to throw punches. He could not help but think they were just asking for it. Lauren's voice rang out cold and firm. "Mr. Hopkins, what are you trying to do? Start a war?" Archie bellowed with laughter. "Big mouth on you, you little bitch! With your trashy Rhodes family, you're not even qualified to go to war with the Hopkins!" He sneered, eyes gleaming. "But don't worry—I'm not just gonna tak
Justin's face twisted in discomfort, but before he could say anything, a loud voice boomed across the entrance. "Mr. McGrath, you can step back! If Mrs. Rhodes wants to dine in our Celestial Suite, then she's more than welcome!" As the voice faded, a burly man with a thick beard strode over. The giant crystal ring on his hand and the heavy gold chain across his chest made it clear—this man was rich, but absolutely tasteless. Jameson snorted coldly. "The Hopkins family sure has some nerve, snatching up someone else's reservation like it's nothing." Archie Hopkins cracked a wide grin, revealing a mouth full of blackened teeth, and laughed without a care. "Mr. Rhodes, you sound way too naive!" Archie shrugged and said, "In this world, it's all about money and muscle. The Hopkins family's got both. So stealing a little dining room from the Rhodes family? It's nothing." Tiana's voice turned icy. "Since you're admitting it's theft, then do us a favor and get the hell out." Arch
The place Jameson picked for dinner was one of the most well-known upscale restaurants in Blumedale—The Palace. "Andy, you might not know this, but around here, this spot is top-tier," Jameson said as he adjusted his tailored suit and smiled. He added, "It's not like I'm trying to flaunt my wealth or anything. But sometimes, even if you don't care for appearances, you've still got to show up with style!" Andrew chuckled and replied, "Mr. Rhodes, I get what you're saying." Tiana spoke up coolly, "Jameson, no need to put on this kind of show in front of Andrew. Otherwise, you'll just end up looking ridiculous. This guy probably poops in places you haven't even dreamed of stepping into." Jameson froze for a second, clearly shocked. "Well now, Tiana, you're really singing Andy's praises today. Could it be… the classic case of a mother-in-law who's starting to really like her son-in-law?" Tiana gave a snort. "This has nothing to do with liking him. I'm just telling the truth."
Lauren said, "Funny thing, Andrew—you probably don't know this, but my mom's been all about dressing up lately. For the longest time, I only ever saw her in simple outfits. She never really cared about appearances. "But now, she's all glammed up and polished! If you didn't know better, you'd think she was dating someone!" Andrew did not know how to respond, so he stayed quiet. He had a pretty good idea why Tiana suddenly started caring about her looks. It was probably because his presence reminded her of her first love—his father. Even though he was not the man himself, they were still father and son. Much like Aspen, Tiana clearly had something not quite right going on in her head. Only someone like her could project her feelings for a man onto his son. Nonetheless, no matter how he looked at it, Andrew just could not shake the weirdness of it all. After all, this woman was supposed to be his future mother-in-law, and yet, she was just a little off. Not that Tiana acted c
"Andrew, my mom didn't give you a hard time, did she?" Lauren asked as they stepped into the Rhodes residence's front parlor. She had noticed right away that Andrew did not look so great. "It's fine. Your mother was… gracious enough," Andrew said with a small smile. There was no need to bring up Tiana's moment of madness—it was better buried. Jameson chuckled. "Andy, sorry to trouble you again! But today wasn't just about getting your help with her condition." Lauren beamed. "That's right, Andrew. Now that you're part of the family, you're not an outsider anymore. So, Dad planned a little family dinner. We thought we'd introduce you to some people too, help you make some connections around Blumedale." Jameson added, "Exactly! And I heard from Lauren that you've been looking for some rare medicinal herbs. Well, turns out, I know some folks who might be holding on to a few." Andrew nodded thoughtfully. "I am looking for rare herbs, that's true. But as for opening doors, Mr.
Truthfully, Tiana was by far the most challenging woman Andrew had ever dealt with. He could not hit her or offend her. To make things worse, she was Lauren's mother and Jameson's wife. No matter what insanity she pulled, Andrew could not actually do anything to her. Seeing Andrew so obviously trapped, Tiana felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. She chuckled smugly. "Andrew, you're the Dragon Prince of the Lloyds. There's no way I could ever win against you—not in a million years. "But you lost the moment you started dating my daughter. I'm your mother-in-law. That means I can mess with you, tease you, and you won't be able to lift a finger." Andrew replied evenly, "You're right—I can't fight you. But if I can't win, I can still walk away." Tiana waved her hand. "Alright, alright. Let's stop arguing. Just promise me one thing—what happened here today stays between us. Lauren can never find out." Andrew let out a dry laugh. "You're only worried about Lauren? What ab
It felt to Tiana like she had fallen into a vast, unfamiliar net—one she had never experienced before. She was sinking, drifting, wanting to break free. Yet, she was addicted to the thrill of it all. All these conflicting emotions passed through her in the blink of an eye, though they were layered and complex. Meanwhile, Andrew was completely unaware of the chaotic thoughts swirling inside her. To him, this was just another straightforward medical procedure. He was careful and respectful. He only touched what he had to, avoiding sensitive areas entirely. As a doctor, Andrew had no sense of guilt about what he was doing. Illness knew no gender; treatment was treatment. That was how he saw it. Whether others saw it the same way was not his concern. He calmly explained, "Stimulating your pressure points with needles and smoothing the meridians with massage helped your condition today. "But in the end, to restore proper balance, you'll still need a medicinal remedy to regulate
Tiana flinched, both shocked and furious, but she had no chance of dodging him. Under Andrew's hand, she did not stand a chance. However, the loud smack that followed was not across her face—it landed squarely on a pressure point along her waist. A wave of sharp pain shot through her body like a crashing tide. She gasped, "Ah… Andrew, you… stop, that hurts…" A strange moan escaped her lips, echoing awkwardly in the quiet room. Andrew muttered under his breath, cursing her madness. Without wasting time, he lifted her up and laid her down across the bed. Tiana stared up at him in disbelief, her eyes wide—until he pulled out a slim, metallic object. A gleaming golden acupuncture needle. "Mrs. Rhodes, your speech is erratic, your energy's spiking. I'll give you a few needles to stabilize your condition," Andrew said calmly. With that, he plunged the first needle into a targeted spot on her body. Tiana's breath hitched as her lips parted, and her reaction was a mix of pai
"If you called me here just to ask something this ridiculous, Mrs. Rhodes, then I'll be going now," Andrew said flatly as he turned toward the door. He did not dare stay a second longer, worried Tiana might start acting crazy like she did last time. If things spiraled out of control and someone like Jameson walked in on them, not even a hundred confessions could clear his name. "Stop right there!" Tiana snapped, her brows raised in defiance. "What's the matter? Are you that scared of being alone with me?" Andrew paused and looked back, his brows still tightly furrowed. "Mrs. Rhodes, you and I both know this isn't appropriate." Tiana stepped forward with a graceful sway, a trace of perfume trailing in her wake as she stopped right beside him. Her lips curled in a playful smile. "What's not appropriate? Can't a mother-in-law spend a little one-on-one time with her future son-in-law?" Andrew fell silent, exasperated. "You said you weren't feeling well. If you need help, I'll tak