Chapter 947

Andrew’s voice was cold. “Lionel, move a muscle, and I’ll kill this idiot on the spot.”

Lionel immediately backed off, breaking away from Phantom Eye. His eyes burned with rage as he spat, “Andrew, let Finley go, or the Hidden Dragons will never stop hunting you!”

Andrew did not respond with words. Instead, he stepped on Finley’s hand–then pressed down, grinding his foot hard.

Finley yelped in pain. “Mr. Thurman, help me! Please, save ne!”

His face turned red as veins bulged across his forehead. He screamed in agony, thrashing beneath Andrew’s foot.

The Hidden Dragons members watched in horror, their scalps tingling. They all thought Andrew was brutal–no, he was downright ruthless.

Lionel’s eye twitched as he roared, “Stop! Let him go! We’ll back off—immediately!”

Andrew finally lifted his foot and let out a slow chuckle. “Oh? Now you’re willing to talk like a reasonable man, Mr. Thurman?”

with murderous intent, his teeth grinding together. “Let

enough. I want every single

pushing it too far!”

you can’t do that, then I’ll just kill this little mutt right here

for the Hidden Dragons. Do you really think you can hog it all to yourself?

“Guess you didn’t hear me the first time. Fine–let’s start with Finley’s

his foot, ready to stomp

Thurman, help! Save me!” Finley shrieked in terror.

them, they would be haunted by that sight for the rest of their lives.

bellow. “Fine! We’ll leave

along his temples. He was being pushed to

like a piece of trash. “Get the hell out–now.”

as his men scrambled to check

confirmed he was not dead, Lionel’s eyes darkened with venom. “You think this is over? Finley’s granduncle is

Apothecary, Lionel’s face was

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