Maxwell glanced at Andrew with a questioning look. Andrew ignored him and rummaged through his bag instead. Then, he pulled out a bill and threw it directly at Elijah's feet. He said, "This is my gesture of goodwill! Mr. Knowles, since you realize your mistake, I can't just ignore it. Take this dollar for your medical bill and go see a doctor." With that, Andrew took Chantelle's hand and led the Garcia family away with confidence. Ophelia stared intensely at the dollar bill on the ground, her eyes looking murderous as she hissed, "One dollar? Thrown on the ground like that? That bastard, he's mocking you, Mr. Knowles. He's treating you like some beggar!" Elijah stayed silent, his jaw clenched as his bloodshot eyes burned with rage. The humiliation was unbearable, and he almost wanted to kill someone on the spot. However, he held himself back, knowing a true man understood revenge could wait. Andrew had mocked and insulted him again and again. If he lost his temper now, he w

If Andrew were still just the chairman of the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce, that title alone might not have been enough to make Freddie so proactive and enthusiastic. Nonetheless, Andrew was now the king of both the underworld and legitimate business in Gabo Creek. Perhaps that was the real reason behind Freddie's eager hospitality. … Terror Town had a famous landmark called the Knowles estate. In this prime real estate area where every inch was worth a fortune, an entire manor sprawled across the land. This was a direct display of the wealth and power of Elijah's family. "King of Gabo Creek… Yes, it's definitely him, no doubt about it," Harold Knowles, the head of the Knowles family, nodded as he looked at the documents in his hand. Beside him stood Elijah, his face full of indignation, along with several family enforcers who radiated powerful auras. One of the bearded enforcers growled, "Mr. Knowles Senior, so what if he's the King of Gabo Creek? It doesn't matter how s

Elijah had already taken the initiative to make peace and even came to toast Andrew. Yet, Andrew would not give him any face at all. After all, it was Elijah who had been slapped before, so if anyone should have been raising a glass, it should have been Andrew. However, this bastard was acting high and mighty, and Elijah could no longer hold back his fury. His outburst immediately drew the attention of the dozen or so other people at the table. All eyes turned to them with great interest. Freddie continued sipping his drink with a sly smile, looking like a cunning old fox. Andrew did not even glance at Elijah and said coldly, "Get lost. What makes you think you're worthy of drinking with me?" Elijah became even more furious. "Andrew, are you looking for death?" he snarled through gritted teeth, his rage causing wine to spill from his glass. Harold barked coldly, "Elijah, you're being disrespectful! How dare you speak like that in front of Mr. Lloyd?" He immediately st

Freddie said, "Mr. Lloyd, I asked you to come over tonight because I wanted to tell you something! The assassins from Chetvine have joined forces with the Knowles family! "The Knowles family is responsible for providing information about your whereabouts! Meanwhile, the assassins from Chetvine are tasked with taking your life!" Andrew looked genuinely surprised. "Assassins from Chetvine? Well, it seems the news about my return to Chetvine has already reached those families! Good to know. Very timely indeed." Seeing that Andrew did not seem worried at all, Freddie's face showed a hint of admiration. "From the way you showed no respect to the Knowles family at the dinner party earlier, I could tell you're a man with backbone and pride. That's exactly why I wanted to meet with you privately tonight and share this information! "However, Mr. Lloyd, you can't afford to be careless! The Knowles family has even more influence in Terror Town than I do! While the Knowles family itself

Andrew quickly grabbed the daggers from the two assassins whose heads he had just blown apart. Then, a massacre began. Flashing steel and screams filled the air. Andrew moved like an enraged dragon, cutting through from one end of the alley straight to the other, reaching the alley's entrance. He lowered his blades and spun half a step as bright red blood flowed down the smooth surfaces of the daggers, dripping onto the ground. Soon, it formed a thick stream of blood. "Good blades!" he praised, then released his grip. The two daggers immediately sliced straight into the concrete pavement like it was nothing. Behind him, the trench coat assassins stiffened for a breath before collapsing one by one, their faces frozen in terror even in death. From the other side of the alley, the braided assassin among the two remaining men began applauding. "Beautiful. Truly beautiful. 23 of the Cunningham family's elite, all wiped out just like that. Do you realize those 23 men were wo