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Rocco immediately backed down, gritting his teeth. "Mr. Garner, I've never offended you. Isn't this a bit extreme?" "If you'd offended me personally, we could talk this out for Tony's sake," Dylan said coldly. "But you idiots actually threaten Mr. Lloyd, and I'm not okay with that." With that, Dylan kicked Rocco hard in the chest, sending him reeling back as he coughed blood. "Get the hell out of here!" Dylan barked, his gaze murderous. Rocco shuddered, completely baffled by why this notorious Dylan would defend some pretty boy. However, the situation was clear—hurting Andrew was no longer an option. "Let's go!" Rocco commanded, quickly retreating with his East Side crew. Meanwhile, Juan blended into the crowd, shrinking down as he tried to make himself invisible, not daring to make a sound. "Wait!" Andrew called out. Juan trembled and nearly broke into tears. "W-What do you want? My dad is—" Andrew slapped him twice across the face, cutting him off. "Yeah, yeah. Yo
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Andrew raised an eyebrow. "Someone put him up to it? Who?" "Harvey Weller," Dylan replied simply. Lauren gritted her teeth. "I was wondering why Juan would randomly target Dr. Lloyd. So, it was that sneaky bastard Harvey pulling strings behind the scenes after all." Dylan growled, "Mr. Lloyd, just say the word. I might not be able to touch the Weller family, but I can definitely teach Harvey a lesson." Andrew shrugged it off casually. "Forget it. He failed anyway. But you helped me today, and I don't like owing favors. Give me your hand." Dylan was a bit puzzled by the request but complied, stretching out his hand. Andrew's grip was lightning-fast, his fingers hitting specific pressure points on Dylan's arm and along his meridians precisely. A wave of intense pain shot through Dylan's body, making him break into a cold sweat. Suddenly, the pain transformed into an unprecedented feeling of clarity, and he felt a rush of energy flowing through his entire body. "Did I just…
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Dylan was caught off guard by Francesca's question. Then, he chuckled. "Ms. Aicker, I think you've got it wrong. While Mr. Yates has something to do with my respect for Mr. Lloyd, it's not the main reason." "So, you're not doing this just to please Mr. Yates?" Francesca pressed, still doubtful. Dylan scoffed. "I respect Mr. Yates, but I wouldn't grovel before somebody for his sake. Anyway, it's not just me who respects Mr. Lloyd. Even Mr. Yates himself holds him in the highest regard. I can't say much more. All I'll say is, Ms. Aicker, it's best not to dig too deeply into Mr. Lloyd's business." The cautious look on Dylan's face sent Francesca's mind reeling. The fact that even Marvin, the wealthiest man in Jayrodale, someone with enough influence to command the city, respected Andrew was unbelievable. If she had heard this from anyone else, she would have dismissed it as pure exaggeration. Yet, the person who said this was the crime lord of South City, an existence that e
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Andrew's casual demeanor only made him seem all the more mysterious to Francesca. … Meanwhile, at the Stevens residence, Harvey made grand declarations to Christina. "I promised you and Mrs. Stevens a spectacular wedding. I want to make you Jayrodale's most admired bride!" Irene and Leroy applauded enthusiastically. Leroy even commented, "Harvey, you and Christie are a match made in heaven!" "Harvey, we all see how much you care for our Christie," Irene said with a bright smile. "You mentioned using the King of Diamonds for the proposal. How's that coming along?" "Mom, why are you bringing that up?" Christina protested gently. "I'm just asking because Harvey mentioned it," Irene replied with a chuckle. "Besides, Christie, with your grace and beauty, only the King of Diamonds would be worthy." Harvey smiled confidently. "Mrs. Stevens is right. Christie, I'll get the King of Diamonds as your engagement gift." Christina shook her head. "Harvey, there's no rush. I feel our
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Marvin's tone was cold as he replied, "You must be Kane's son. Just get to the point." Harvey noticed the distant tone but pressed on with a friendly laugh. "Mr. Yates, I'd like to purchase the King of Diamonds from you. Please name your price." "King of Diamonds? What King of Diamonds?" Marvin's response left Harvey stunned. "The multi-million-dollar diamond ring in Jayrodale," Harvey explained. "From what I know, it's currently with Andrew, your staff. I wouldn't bother you with such a small matter, but Andrew refuses to sell it to me." Harvey continued smoothly, "I thought it was best to let you handle your subordinate. However, I must warn you—Andrew might be trying to steal this valuable piece for himself." A cold smile spread across Harvey's face after finishing his speech. Not only would he get the ring, but he would also expose that loser's true nature to Marvin, who was known for his harsh treatment of subordinates. "I have no idea what you're talking about," Marv
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One of Tony's closest men handed him a phone. "Mr. Madden Senior, here you go." After some hesitation, Tony dialed Dylan's number. "What's so important at this hour?" Dylan's voice came through the phone. "Dylan, I need an explanation," Tony said darkly. "I have nothing to say," Dylan replied. Tony barely contained his rage. "If that's your attitude, then know this, Dylan—I'm not afraid of South City. You're not usually this reckless, but don't you think you've gone too far when you ignored Juan getting beaten and then surrounding Rocco's men?"Dylan chuckled. "Honestly, Tony, I don't think I have." Tony's patience snapped. "Fine, if you want it that way, we'll go to war! I've been in this game for so long that even the mayor respects me. South City barely made a name for itself, and you think you're untouchable now?" Dylan replied steadily, "Tony, you can be angry, and you can even declare war on South City. However, you might want to investigate what your brat actua
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At the Aicker residence in Jayrodale, Andrew accompanied Francesca through the entrance. He asked, "Why aren't we doing the treatment at the hospital?" Francesca's face flushed as she replied, "The hospital is too crowded, and there are too many prying eyes. Also, I'd rather keep my condition private." Andrew nodded understandingly at Francesca's troubled expression and did not press the matter any further. He had come to the Aicker residence to help treat Francesca's condition—a rare disorder she had lived with since birth. At 28, Francesca should have been thinking about marriage and romance like her peers. However, her condition made those dreams seem impossible. While she was accomplished and carried herself with pride, this issue remained her deepest insecurity. Even Cedric, one of Jayrodale's most renowned medical experts, had been stumped by her unusual condition and had not yet found a solution. "Fran, who's this?" Simon Gaal, Cedric's senior apprentice, asked as he
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Cedric was seething with rage. As a renowned medical expert, having his granddaughter seek treatment from an outsider felt like a direct insult to his abilities, implying he was useless. "Fine then, Grandpa!" Francesca snapped, her cheeks puffing with anger. "Go ahead and cure me right now. I don't want to live with this condition anymore!" Cedric immediately deflated, forcing an awkward laugh. "Fran, you know I've been researching your condition to find a cure. Just give me a few more years, and I promise I'll heal you." "That's exactly what you said three years ago," Francesca replied, her voice heavy with sadness. "How many more years can I wait? I'm already 28. Do you want to watch me grow old with this condition?" Tears welled up in Francesca's eyes as her emotions got the better of her. Cedric's expression softened as he sighed. "You're right, sweetheart. It's my fault. But how can this young man accomplish what I couldn't?" Francesca bit her lip and admitted, "I don
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"He's my sworn brother, then standing up for him—no matter the cost—is only right," Logan said firmly. Elon's face instantly darkened, and deep inside, a gnawing jealousy bubbled up. Despite being the most low-key of the Five Apex Families' younger generation, Logan was arguably the most terrifying. He was about to take over the Keller family, a rising powerhouse. The Haywoods had Xavier—young, sharp, and fierce in combat. The Wrights had Quinton—manipulative, cunning, and notorious for his ruthlessness. But Elon? He was… just Elon. He was overweight, lacked presence, and had just been publicly humiliated when word spread that his wife had cheated on him. His reputation was already slipping, and now he had become the joke of Blumedale's elite circle. Still, no matter how pathetic things seemed, Elon believed he was far better than the man Andrew was. In his eyes, they were not even in the same league. So, it burned him even more to see Logan—someone he had always tried to i
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"Logan, don't you know Andrew killed my younger brother?" Xavier shouted furiously. It was understandable for Luna to speak up. After all, the Phelans owed Andrew a small favor—but now even the Keller family was interfering. If this continued, Andrew would not just remain unharmed; he would likely rise to prominence in Blumedale. Andrew's rise would be a direct slap in the face to the Haywoods, humiliating them beyond redemption. Roy spoke grimly, "Logan, you're set to lead the Keller family. You should know better than to blur right and wrong. Andrew repeatedly humiliated the Haywoods and even murdered Seth. Do you expect us to swallow such a huge insult?" Logan replied calmly, "Mr. Haywood Senior, you know exactly why things turned out this way. I hate to say it, but Seth brought his death upon himself. Andrew may be impulsive, but he's done nothing wrong in my eyes." "I'll say this only once: if the Haywoods continue their vendetta against him, the Keller family won't stan
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Xavier said, "Uncle Jude, you're in charge of internal discipline. My request is simple—either throw those losers out of the Haywoods and make them manage some backwater branch, or I'll kill them myself. And I doubt anyone in the family would object." Jude's eyelids twitched violently as he cursed the brats under his breath. Out loud, though, he nodded quickly and replied, "Don't worry, Xavier. I'll make sure they're kicked out of the family for good. They won't even get close to the front gate again." Xavier snorted and walked off, leaving Jude staring at his back, shaking his head. Jude muttered to himself, "Xavier… you really are the pride of the Haywoods. But you're spoiled by your status. With your father as the family head and all the elders favoring you, you've always kept the other branches under your heel. "That's understandable since you're the future heir and our strongest fighter among the younger generations. But the fact remains—you made a public promise and faile
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Tiana had already been urging Andrew to make a trip to the Rhodes residence. With his current matters finally settled, Andrew made his way there. … Meanwhile, back at the Haywood residence, the funeral was underway. The place was shrouded in white—the last rites for Seth. It should have been a major event, but the atmosphere among the Haywoods was lifeless. No one looked remotely interested, and many of the younger members were outright slacking off, hiding in corners, smoking, drinking, and chatting. Someone whispered, "Xavier's the eldest son of the Haywoods and a damn colonel in the military, yet he couldn't even bring back Andrew's head? What a letdown." Another chimed in, "No kidding. Seth got taken out like that, which is a direct slap to the Haywoods' face." "Honestly, I've never seen our family this humiliated. Xavier even said he'd kill Andrew within three days or take his own life. Big talk for someone who came back empty-handed…" After just a few gulps of alco
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Aspen and Chantelle both gasped in disbelief. They could not believe that Andrew had just toyed with Luna like she was some puppy. He offered her a treat, dangled it right in front of her face, and then yanked it back when she reached for it. Anyone with an ounce of pride would have snapped—and Luna Phelan was not just anyone. "Playing games on a razor's edge… Andrew, I'll be watching," Luna said coldly. "I'll watch how you destroy yourself." Her expression turned colder than it had been even when confronting Xavier.With one sharp step, she kicked up a gust of wind and vanished into the air. It was a clear sign that she was not just leaving, she was unleashing her fury. "That footwork was terrifying," Chantelle muttered. Even Aspen looked shaken. "Keep acting like this, Andrew, and someone's gonna hack you into pieces one day!" Chantelle snapped. After one last angry glare, she stormed off too. Aspen did not have quite the same fire in her. This demon of a man was hear
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Luna turned around, clearly reluctant to even look at Andrew, and said flatly, "I can save you once, maybe even twice—but not a third time. To be precise, the only reason I stepped in at all was because you've done favors for the Phelans… and for Marvin. "But next time? Your life or death will have nothing to do with me. So, here's my advice—tone it down. This is Blumedale, not Jayrodale. You could show off back there, and no one cared, but here? Power and politics clash every second. Dying young might be the only fate you're headed for." Andrew frowned. "Luna, are you sick or something? Did I ask you to save me?" That one line did not just offend Luna—it also lit a fire in Chantelle. "Andrew, what the hell is wrong with you? General Phelan just saved your damn life. You didn't even say thank you, and now you're blaming her? Are you even a man?" She was speechless, thinking the guy was seriously unbelievable. Andrew shot her a cold glare. "Shut your mouth. No one asked for
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Yet, of all the fearless, reckless men they had encountered, neither Aspen nor Chantelle had ever seen anyone as stubbornly arrogant as Andrew. Both women were completely stunned, wondering where he even got the guts to say things like that. In this world, commoners fear officials—but officials? They fear the men with guns—the military. However, here was Andrew, treating a colonel like Xavier as if he were worthless weeds. It was utter madness—like a sparrow challenging an eagle, a lamb taunting a wolf. It was sheer recklessness bordering on suicide. With a thunderous swoosh, Xavier's massive broadsword came crashing down with enough force to split boulders and level trees. Just the murderous pressure from that swing made Chantelle's face go pale. She was starting to doubt if she could even stand up to Xavier herself. After all, Andrew looked like he was about to be torn in half by that blade. What infuriated her even more was that, at the height of danger, Andrew just st
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"Colonel Haywood, you know full well that with your rank and position, you can't just go around killing people on a whim," Chantelle warned coldly. She added, "Besides, your friend Andarov used banned weaponry on Holtrien soil, which is a serious offense. You can be sure Mr. McCormick won't just let that slide." Left with no other option, Chantelle had to drop Derek's name to try to rein Xavier in. However, Xavier was not intimidated at all. His voice dripped with venom as he said, "Ms. Garcia, I respect Mr. McCormick—he governs this province, and I'll give him that. But do you think the Haywoods' name should be trampled like dirt? Especially by some no-name punk who doesn't know his place? "I'll chop him into pieces, and if I have to, I'll apologize to Mr. McCormick myself. But with the military accolades I've earned, the Haywood family's backing, and my deep ties in the defense department, killing this bug wouldn't even cause a blip on the radar." Chantelle's stomach twiste
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Chantelle sneered, "All in all, you're just an ordinary man, a slave to your desires with a pathetically mediocre mind." She had finally caught an opening to hit Andrew where it hurt, and she was not about to waste it. Andrew chuckled. "Ms. Garcia, you really do live up to your title as a master of psychology. You got most of it right. But you still missed one tiny detail—like the fact that, right now, I've got a very clear image of your naked body in my mind." The bluntness of that line stunned Chantelle, and her expression twisted in outrage. She snapped, "Andrew! That was in the past—how dare you bring it up like it's nothing? Aren't you worried I'll kill you?" The usually cold woman was genuinely furious now. Andrew shrugged lazily. "I'm sitting right here, wounded and unarmed. Go ahead, kill me. But even if you did, you still wouldn't erase the fact that you once stripped bare in front of me." Chantelle raised her hand in fury but forced herself to lower it again with
