The next morning, Andrew had just gotten up when his phone rang—it was Tiana. Her voice was tight with frustration and urgency as she said, "Andrew, bad news—someone stole the Rhodes family's map fragment!" Andrew's expression darkened. "Mrs. Rhodes, with your strength, no ordinary person could've pulled that off. Was it a—" "You're right," she cut in, teeth clenched. "It wasn't ordinary at all. It was a real master—someone at martial king level. It only took him three moves to beat me. Luckily, he was after the map, not blood—otherwise, I might not have made it out alive." Someone strong enough to attack the Rhodes family? Andrew's first thought was Quinton—that snake. After all, Quinton did know about the Rhodes family holding a piece of the treasure map. However, he quickly dismissed the idea. Quinton, spoiled as he was, did not have the influence to hire a martial king. That left only two real suspects: Mosby and Rafael. Andrew's mind worked like lightning. Within se

Thomas let out a vague grunt and turned his head away. From the look of it, the most promising leader of Blumedale Hospital seemed utterly drained, like he had not slept a wink all night. As for his prized apprentice, Jared, there was only one way to describe him—like someone mourning the dead. When Andrew glanced his way, Jared immediately looked elsewhere. Right now, he did not even have the courage to meet Andrew's eyes. He could not help it—Andrew's skills had completely outshone even his own mentor, Thomas, so what chance did a junior like him stand? Especially when even Mosby, the reigning champion of the Grand Medical Summit, had fallen to Andrew. Since last night, Jared had spent hours figuring out how on earth Andrew was this ridiculously good. Sitting at the head of the room, Malcolm chuckled warmly and said, "Andy, you're one of us now—come, have a seat." Andrew did not stand on ceremony and took the open seat. He asked casually, "So, Dr. Goddard, may I ask why y

Malcolm made a few more attempts to persuade Andrew to take on an honorary role at Blumedale Hospital. However, the latter remained firmly disinterested, so all he could do was force a bitter smile and let it go. … After leaving Blumedale Hospital, Andrew planned to make a stop at the Wright estate. The whole sworn brotherhood thing with Kevin had always felt a bit theatrical, but it was not a total loss—after all, the Wrights were eager to build ties with him. Andrew did not mind playing along a little either, since both sides understood perfectly that it was all for show; when real trouble came knocking, no one was going to risk their neck for the other. Just as Andrew was about to get in his Ferrari, a military vehicle screeched to a halt beside it. Leaning against the door was a female officer with a bob cut, looking down at him from above. "Are you Andrew Lloyd, the one who just won the Grand Medical Summit?" she asked coldly. Andrew answered calmly, "And what if I am?

Inside the Wrights' guest lounge, tension simmered. Quinton growled through clenched teeth, "Father, you've lost your mind. Sending our elite security team to protect that worthless piece of trash? Andrew doesn't deserve a damn thing!" Kevin's grin from earlier was nowhere to be seen now. With a sneer, he replied, "You're absolutely right—he doesn't deserve it. But it's all for show and won't cost us anything." He added, "You heard him—once he's safe, he'll hand over some Titan Essence Pills. You tried every trick in the book to get one and failed. Look at me—with just one move, it's practically handed to me." Quinton was left speechless. When it came to scheming, he was truly his father's son—neither of them ever missed a beat. Yara finally could not hold it in anymore. She chimed in, "Dad, I think this relationship with Andrew shouldn't be about gain. You already swore brotherhood. Our family should treat him as one of our own, not as a stepping stone to his resources." Kev

The woman in white was terrifying—every step she took was a death sentence. Her Ghostwillow blade was as thin as a whisper, and every slash drew blood, each strike hitting a vital spot. Within seconds, aside from Roger, the remaining members of the Wrights' elite guard were dead on the spot. "Who the hell are you?" Roger yelled, drenched in cold sweat. "Why are you going this far? Why the hell are you killing everyone?" The woman came to a stop. After that brutal bout of violence, her face looked almost possessed. She ran her blood-slick tongue across the edge of her blade and giggled darkly. "Who am I? I'm White Viper. Today, you're all going to die. Especially that handsome little guy standing behind you—he's going to die the most miserably." Roger spun around and glared furiously at Andrew. "This is your fault, you walking disaster! You brought this psycho down on us! Call Mr. Wright—get backup! I'll hold her off, but you need to move, now!" Barking that order, Roger cha