Chapter 1153

It turned out, Andrew’s caution was more than justified. That very night, three separate groups of infiltrators attempted to breach The Sovereign Residences.

Two of those groups were quickly detected and driven out by the estate’s elite security team. However, the last group was on a whole different level – professionals who bypassed surveillance and snuck past the guards, heading straight into Serenity Villa.

What they did not expect, though, was that Andrew had already set a trap and was waiting for them to take the bait.

With Natasha leading her squad and Reuben providing the knockout blow, it did not take much effort before the entire crew of a dozen-plus assassins was taken down.

Fighting for his freedom, Reuben had zero mercy—he snapped a few necks with his bare hands. In the end, only three assassins survived, trembling in fear, eyes wide with horror.

“Mr. Lloyd, please! Don’t kill us!” the leader begged, a senior grandmaster drenched in cold sweat as he knelt on the floor.

“We were just following orders! We didn’t have a choice!”

Andrew sat back in a chair Natasha had brought over, his tone cool and detached. “Who sent you?”

The three looked at one another but stayed silent, gritting their teeth.

Andrew did not even need to signal. Reuben, expressionless, casually twisted one of their necks and let the body drop. The remaining two completely lost it, collapsing to their knees, voices trembling.

“We’ll talk! Please, Mr. Lloyd, don’t kill us! It was… it was Elon, the eldest son of the Goldings! He’s the one who hired us!”

Andrew spoke slowly. “The Goldings issued a 300 million bounty for my head, and none of you ever stopped to wonder why I’m still alive?”

The two exchanged a quick glance. This time, sweat rolled off their foreheads like rain.

One replied, “We did wonder, but we assumed it was because you had a powerful protector by your side! If we’d known someone like that was guarding you, we wouldn’t have come, not even for a fortune!”

Andrew nodded slightly. “At least the two of you have some sense. You’re not completely useless.”

Their eyes lit up with hope. “Then, Mr. Lloyd… would you consider sparing us? If you let us live, we’ll become your blade! Whoever you want taken out–we’ll handle it!”

Andrew gave a faint smile. “No thanks. I don’t work with trash.”

Their faces froze instantly. Before they could beg again, Natasha and Reuben struck simultaneously, killing them on the spot.

“Toss the bodies out. Let the Goldings and those desperate mercs take a good look at what happens when you come for us,” Andrew ordered coldly.

Not long after, the corpses of over a dozen assassins were found dumped in one of Blumedale’s sewage canals. But before they could even catch their breath, another group showed up at Serenity Villa.

Same story—Reuben, Natasha, and the elite squad from Jayrodale took them all down in one swift move.

“You think having a hidden trump card makes you invincible?” barked the leader of this new crew.

“I’ll have you know, we were sent by Mr. Xavier of the Haywoods! If you dare lay a hand on us, he’ll hunt you down himself!”

His accent was thick, not quite fluent in Holtrien standard dialect, but the threat was unmistakable.

Andrew yanked off the man’s mask and saw exactly what he expected – a foreign mercenary. These guys were infamous for being cold-blooded killers who followed money, not morals.

And Xavier, the Haywoods’ eldest heir, had ties to the military, so it was no surprise he could hire brutes like these.

“I already killed that idiotic Seth, the third son of the Haywoods. You think I’d hesitate with you bottom-feeders?” Andrew sneered, then casually backhanded the mercenary leader.

That one slap—just a slap—was enough to crush the nearly 250-pound, six-foot-six merc into the ground. His eyes bulged out as he died on the spot, skull cracked, with no chance to even groan.

Watching this, Reuben’s eyelids twitched hard. He thought this devil’s strength was terrifyingly hidden—he looked calm, even lazy, yet that single slap killed a battle-hardened killer.

Even he, a semi-martial king, could not have pulled that off. That comparison made one thing crystal clear – Andrew’s power was on another level entirely.