"If I didn't eat it, the Bone-Rotting Elixir in my system would've killed me the moment it kicked in!" Elon looked absolutely miserable as he tried to explain himself in front of Richard. However, Richard was beyond furious—he stormed forward, ready to slap Elon across the face. The moment he got close, though, a wave of stench hit him like a brick wall, and he nearly passed out on the spot. "What kind of crap did you eat? Why does it smell this god-awful?" Richard was genuinely shocked. He jumped back immediately, and whatever urge he had to discipline his son evaporated. Now, all he wanted was to stay as far away as possible. He had smelled poop before—he was no stranger to it. Yet, whatever was coming off Elon's mouth and body was enough to knock someone out cold. He wondered if this was some sort of premium-grade crap. Mosby calmly said, "Human waste is already one of the filthiest substances out there, and when it's boiled down into golden juice, it only gets worse." E
Meanwhile, in Jayrodale. Andrew had no idea that Elon had actually gone and seriously drank the golden juice. Bone-Rotting Elixir was a deadly poison, sure—but Andrew did not carry that kind of thing around. At the time, he had just bluffed and slipped Elon a random pill to scare him. What he did not expect was that Elon would really eat crap. Early that morning, his phone buzzed with a call from Aspen, who rang in from Blumedale with a voice full of shock. "Andrew, you're unbelievable! Did you seriously kill Michael?" Andrew calmly munched on his breakfast and replied, "You already know the answer to that. So what's the point of asking me?" Aspen paused for a beat, then snapped, "Do you realize Kenny and the entire Golding family are absolutely losing it right now? Kenny's in the middle of Michael's funeral, and he swore you'll crawl to Michael's grave and kneel until your knees bleed!" Andrew let out a cold laugh. "Well, that wish is probably gonna stay a wish. Because i
"We'll tag-team you and drain you dry!" Francesca teased with a smirk. Andrew waved her off, signaling it was time to get serious. "Lauren and her parents headed back to Blumedale, right?" Francesca nodded. "Yeah, they left early this morning to attend Michael's funeral." She hesitated before asking, "Andrew, was Michael's death really your doing?" Andrew could read her like a book. She was softening, clearly having second thoughts. However, Andrew was not the type to show mercy—not to someone like Michael, who had practically written his own death sentence. "If I said it wasn't me, would you believe me?" he replied calmly, deflecting the question. Francesca smiled faintly. "It doesn't matter. Whatever you say, I'll believe it. You say the word, and I'll follow it." Andrew chuckled. "That's my girl. Then tonight, wash up and be ready for me on time." Francesca had not expected the conversation to take that sharp of a turn and blushed furiously. "Pervert! No way!" Af
Andrew said, "But you'd better drop that thought… because the consequences will be brutal." Reuben froze for a second—then burst into loud, mocking laughter. "You've got some nerve, kid! Really putting on a show, huh? You clearly didn't hear Phantom Eye the first time. I'm a guest elder of the Golding family in Blumedale, a semi-martial king! And you're threatening me?" To Reuben, Andrew was just some punk—someone he could crush with one hand if he wanted. He did not take him seriously in the slightest. Phantom Eye chimed in from the side, "Reuben, if this kid's acting this cocky, it probably means that crazy woman is still nearby. You might wanna hold off, or this could get ugly fast." Reuben snorted. "Even if she is, I'm not scared of her. As long as I grab this kid, I don't believe she'd dare make a move." The words had barely left his mouth before he lunged forward, charging straight at Andrew. A wicked grin spread across his face. "You walked right into this. Don't bla
"Name," Andrew said flatly. Reuben dared not show any attitude and quickly answered, "Reuben Davis. I'm from Gabo Creek. Started training at seven, own five properties in Blumedale, have 400 million in liquid assets, and one illegitimate son—" Andrew waved his hand, cutting him off. "I asked for your name, not your entire autobiography." Reuben bowed his head, nodding repeatedly. "Got it, got it! My bad, sir!" Andrew asked, "Do you want me to let you go?" Reuben looked at him eagerly. "Of course I do! Who wouldn't? But I get it—there's no such thing as a free lunch. I ended up in your hands, so obviously, there's a price I've got to pay." Andrew gave a knowing smile. "Now that's the mindset of a real veteran. You're sharp, Reuben. Oh, and stop calling me 'sir'.' I'm not that old." Reuben laughed awkwardly. "Among martial artists, we don't judge by age. We go by power. If you've surpassed me, then calling you sir is only right." Andrew did not argue with him. Instead, he
Andrew casually opened the cell door. As the loud thud echoed, Phantom Eye dropped to his knees without hesitation. "Mr. Lloyd! I will follow your command—anytime, anywhere!" he said, bowing and knocking his head against the ground with utmost submission. Andrew let out a cold laugh. "Funny… I remember you saying something about snapping my neck once your wounds healed, right?" Phantom Eye broke into a cold sweat. "No, no, no! I swear—I'd never dare say anything like that! Total misunderstanding!" Andrew replied coolly, "Relax. You're not even worth arguing with. You're free now. Come on out." Phantom Eye stood up in disbelief. "Mr. Lloyd, are you really letting me return to Blumedale?" Andrew looked at him like he was slow. "Which ear of yours heard me say you could leave?" Phantom Eye's face instantly fell. "But… you said I was free?" Andrew shrugged. "Yeah, I said you were free. I never said you could leave Jayrodale. That's not my problem if you misunderstood." Ph
On the way, Andrew made a quick stop at the local shopping district with Phantom Eye. "You're seriously going with the security guard uniform?" Andrew asked, raising a brow. Phantom Eye nodded earnestly. "Yes, Mr. Lloyd. Since I've decided to guard the Moonlit Apothecary, I've got to look the part. No slacking on professionalism." Andrew smirked. "You're doing all this to impress Shiloh, aren't you?" Phantom Eye's old face flushed with embarrassment. "Caught red-handed, huh? Yes, that's exactly it! Ms. Greene is powerful beyond belief. If she sees me in uniform, working the gate like a proper man, maybe—just maybe—she'll think more kindly of me." Andrew did not say much after that. He bought Phantom Eye the uniform and waited while he changed. Once he was suited up, they got back in the car and headed straight for Moonlit Apothecary. It was not long before they arrived. After parking, Andrew led Phantom Eye—now proudly dressed in his fresh security outfit—into the building
Shawn shouted, "Then you know exactly what to do, right?" Andrew said flatly, "If you're gonna act like someone's lapdog, then do it properly. Don't go around pretending you're the boss. Shawn, you're getting more pathetic by the day!" Shawn was so furious he could barely breathe. "You son of a…" Just then, the handsome and obviously loaded Quinton finally spoke up. He calmly raised a hand to stop Shawn from snapping and looked at Andrew with a charming smile. He said, "You're Andrew, right? Let me introduce myself. I'm Quinton, the eldest son of the Blumedale Wright family. You may not know much about me, but I'm sure you've heard of my younger brother, Winston. "He had a rough time back in Jayrodale. Not only did you humiliate him in front of everyone, but you even forced him to swallow a lethal pill." A flash of cold light flickered in Quinton's eyes as he spoke. Andrew responded casually, "So, what, you're here to avenge Winston now?" Quinton shook his head and gave
With a sickening snap, several bones shattered under Logan's brutal kick, and Archie let out a bloodcurdling scream that made everyone's scalp tingle. "Mr. Keller, please, stop! I'm begging you! I was wrong! I was talking shit! I apologize—I apologize!" Archie flailed on the ground like a dying animal, completely stripped of his earlier arrogance. His body trembled violently, his face twisted in agony, but he did not dare show the slightest bit of temper as he groveled before Logan, crying and pleading. Logan casually strolled over and slapped him twice more across the face, with ruthless, bone-jarring force. Archie's head snapped to the side so hard it almost seemed like his neck would break, and his screams grew even more pitiful. Yet, not a single Hopkins fighter moved to help him. All of them stood frozen, faces pale with fear, too terrified to even breathe loudly. Logan's voice was calm but icy. "Tonight, if Andrew doesn't accept your apology, not a single one of you
"Andy, I'm here!" In the midst of the tense, frozen atmosphere, only Logan and Andrew seemed relaxed, chatting like old friends without a care in the world. Andrew chuckled. "Logan, you're acting way too friendly!" For once, Logan's face flushed slightly red with embarrassment. Truth be told, he and Andrew were not actually that close. However, orders were orders—George had made it clear that they had to secure Andrew's favor no matter what it took. If Andrew did not show much enthusiasm toward the Keller family, then Logan had no choice but to make up for it by being overly enthusiastic himself. "If you don't like it, how about you be the older brother and I'll be the younger one?" Logan's attitude was ridiculously accommodating as if he had no pride left to defend. No matter how awkward it felt, Andrew was someone the Keller family absolutely had to win over. Watching all this unfold, Tiana, Jameson, and the Hopkins crowd were even more stunned. It almost seemed like Loga
By some twisted stroke of luck, Archie's manhood—though bruised and swollen—had not been completely destroyed. While he silently thanked the heavens, his hatred for Tiana grew even deeper. That seductive married woman? He was determined to have her tonight, no matter what it took. Just then, Jerry and a dozen of the Rhodes family's top fighters finally arrived on the scene. Jameson, seeing that his people were in place, narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Mr. Hopkins, you really want to keep pushing this?" Archie let out a twisted laugh. "Mr. Rhodes, your wife hit me. That punk by your side hit me too! Do you really think someone like me, who cares this much about his reputation, is just going to let that go?" Tiana scoffed. "So what if we don't let it go? Mr. Hopkins, you're nothing more than a disgusting maggot. What are you going to do about it?" Archie screamed, his face flushed with rage. "Tiana, you filthy bitch! Do you think you're better than me? Tonight, I'll make
"This way, Mr. Lloyd, Mr. Rhodes, Mrs. Rhodes, and Ms. Rhodes—please!" Justin had completely changed his attitude, now grinning with over-the-top enthusiasm. He was practically bowing, a world apart from the snobby arrogance he had shown earlier. Tiana smiled faintly and said, "We'll be dining in the Celestial Suite now. That won't be a problem, right?" The manager nodded so fast it looked painful. "No problem at all, Mrs. Rhodes. Please, right this way!" Jameson patted Andrew's shoulder reassuringly and whispered, "Andy, don't worry. I already called our people. Jerry and the others are on their way." Andrew chuckled lightly. "Mr. Rhodes, there's no need to mobilize the whole family.The Hopkins? I can handle them myself." Jameson shook his head, thinking Andrew was just putting on a brave face. He believed Andrew, being new to Blumedale, could not possibly fend off the Hopkins on his own. Meanwhile, Andrew casually excused himself during dinner to make a quick call to
Everyone could tell Andrew was no ordinary martial artist. After all, he had taken down the Hopkins men like it was nothing. Nonetheless, the fact that he kept going and even dared to lay hands on Archie was pure suicide. "That little bastard is dead meat! Archie's gonna skin him alive!" someone hissed. "Yeah! It's one thing to slap us around, but hitting Mr. Hopkins? Does he think he's untouchable?" "Just wait. This fool's been used like a pawn by Mrs. Rhodes. Once the real Hopkins heavy hitters show up, he's gonna get slaughtered right here at The Palace!" Meanwhile, Archie caught another few brutal slaps from Andrew. Chunks of his thick beard went flying through the air. Archie howled, "You little punk! You've pushed it too far! If I don't kill you tonight, I'll change my damn last name to yours!" Grimacing with rage, Archie pulled out his phone and snarled into it. "I just got attacked at The Palace. Bring the whole crew over—now! "Yeah, you heard me. Tonight, I'm w
The others around them sneered and snickered. "Kid, you're all skin and bones. Do yourself a favor and get lost." Another chimed in, "Mr. Hopkins doesn't even take the entire Rhodes family seriously. What makes you think you stand a chance, you low-level nobody?" "Heh, did you all hear it earlier? Tiana said they are his in-laws. Damn, this kid hit the jackpot. Tiana and her daughter? Both absolute knockouts." One remarked, "No kidding. That lucky punk, I envy him like hell. If it were me, I'd be laughing in my sleep. Bagging a mother-daughter pair? That's the dream, man… pure heaven." A few filthy-mouthed degenerates let loose with their vulgar fantasies, and the air instantly grew more volatile. The tension between both sides was now on the brink of exploding. Tiana let out a cold, mocking laugh. "Looks like Mr. Hopkins isn't the only one talking shit tonight. Some of you have even more sewage coming out of your mouths." She turned to Andrew, her smile sharp as ice. "Come
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."