Andrew's sudden attack stunned everyone in the room.

Rachel's jaw dropped, and she stuttered, "M-Mr. Lloyd, you..."

Andrew remained expressionless as he grabbed Cillian by the hair and delivered a vicious string of slaps.

Cillian's face was covered in blood, his body twitching and jerking as screams tore from his throat.

"Someone! Get in here! Kill this little bastard! Kill him now!" he shrieked, calling for

his men.

However, the doors were locked tight-nobody outside could hear a thing.

"Mr. Ulrich, what's going on? Why's your tongue hanging out like that? Come on, keep those feet on the table. Show us how tough you are."

Andrew's laughter echoed like a demon's whisper in Cillian's mind.

Cillian's face was a crimson mess, but he still managed to scream, "Andrew, you'll regret this! From now on, all of Blumedale's underground and the entire Ulrich Group are at war against you!"

and he could barely stand. Then, he raised a leg and drove

of agony echoed throughout the

Chamber of

grinned. "Come on, Mr. Ulrich, speak up. Don't just kneel

would either die or be permanently disabled. Hatred burned in his chest, but on the outside, his face

Lloyd... I was wrong. I was completely out of line. Please, have mercy. I

brow. "Really?

frantically. "Y-Yes! Never

the board stunned. Just like

'Mr. Lloyd is a beast. He's

his hands clean on Cillian's suit, one stain

a move as humiliating as it

since you've learned your lesson, go

knee gave out instantly. He could only glare up at Andrew, his eyes brimming with

old man. You can leave the Gabo Creek

to follow my every word. Don't you like using underworld methods? Perfect! I

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