These two experts from the Hopkinses might not have had exceptionally high cultivation levels, but their martial arts foundations were rock-solid. However, under the Phantom Mirage, they were completely useless. Its true power lay in seizing the mind. Hence, no matter how strong their bodies were, if their will was stolen or tempted, they would fall under Eric's control. The fighter on the right froze mid-strike, then dropped to his knees before Eric. Timothy, who had been expecting a good show, frowned and shot Eric a look filled with suspicion. Eric sneered coldly and strode forward, intending to continue subduing Timothy. However, Timothy pointed behind him and said with great joy, "Mr. Driscoll Senior, you've finally shown yourself! Perfect… Andrew is right here, kill him." Eric's heart skipped. He spun around instinctively, a bad feeling surging through him. Could Maurice have set a trap, waiting for them to walk right into it? Just then, he heard the sound o

"Mr. Hopkins, are you alright?" The Hopkins men helped Timothy up from the ground, but before he could answer, Diego snapped at them. "Get out of the way! Can't you see he just got stabbed with a needle? Of course, he's not fine! Use your brain!" He glared fiercely at the clueless men before turning back to his son. "Tim, how could you take such a heavy hit? With your skill, that shouldn't have happened!" Timothy's face was pale as he answered nervously, "Dad, don't mess with Andrew. Whatever grudge he has with the Driscoll family, we must stay out of it. We absolutely can't get involved!" Diego's tone darkened. "But he humiliated us, came straight to our door, and hurt you. Tim, do you want revenge or not? Give me a straight answer." Timothy swallowed hard and shook his head repeatedly. "Revenge? Not a chance… Not in a million years! Andrew is too strong… Terrifying, even. I couldn't even see how he moved when he struck me. Dad, the Driscolls have crossed paths with a real

"Of course, it's the right thing to do," Diego replied, laughing heartily. Eric could only shake his head. It was not that the Hopkinses were spineless; it was that Andrew's sheer presence was overwhelming. In the martial world, people would not bow to titles or sweet talk; they bowed to power. Moreover, with Andrew's blunt, in-your-face way of showing his strength, hardly anyone dared to object. "Thank you so much, Mr. Hopkins Senior!" Andrew replied with a small nod at Diego. Then, he took the gem and left the Hopkins residence. Only when they were certain Andrew was gone did everyone finally let out a long breath. Walter's corpse still leaned against the pondside walkway, head hanging, eyes bulging, his face frozen in that final mask of rage and fear. Timothy, still being supported, walked over. Staring at Walter's lifeless body, he muttered, "Before meeting this Andrew, I thought I was good enough. I even had the ambition to challenge Joe, maybe even look down on the

Andrew gave a wry smile. Victoria was anything but gentle at heart. Even with her energy core shattered and her martial strength gone, she still thought like a predator.The moment she saw the gem, her first thought was that he had wiped out the entire Hopkins family. Tiana snatched the gem from him with a huff. "Let me check out this beauty first! The Hopkins are just the Driscolls' lackeys; wiping them out would've been good." Andrew said helplessly, "I didn't touch the Hopkinses. They were very cooperative." Victoria only let out a short "Oh," while Tiana scowled. "If you could've taken them out, you should have. Why give them face when you clearly have the strength to crush them?" Victoria smirked. "Andrew is a man of reason who thinks big picture. He's not like you, a brute… No, you're more like a reckless brawler. All you ever talk about is fighting; no wonder Reggie liked me more back then." Tiana let out a sharp laugh. "Yeah, Reggie liked you more. That's why he

The subordinate repeated, "Mr. Burke is dead! He was killed by Andrew. The Hopkins family just sent word." After he heard the report, Maurice was finally certain his ears were not playing tricks on him. Nonetheless, while his hearing was fine, his heart gave a painful jolt, and his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked. "That bastard really dared to attack the Driscoll family! I didn't think he'd actually have the guts to do it!" Maurice growled through clenched teeth, his voice rising into a furious roar. Walter's death was, at best, a mild loss to him. The man had been a loyal servant for decades, yes, but to someone like Maurice, who was long accustomed to power plays and betrayal, loyal dogs were easy to replace. What truly stung was not the man's life, but the insult to the family's reputation. Walter had been the Driscoll family's chief steward and the leader of the Shadow Division. For him to be hunted down and killed by Andrew was undoubtedly a hard sla