With a sickening snap, several bones shattered under Logan’s brutal kick, and Archie let out a bloodcurdling scream that made everyone’s scalp tingle.
“Mr. Keller, please, stop! I’m begging you! I was wrong! I was talking shit! I apologize—I apologize!”
Archie flailed on the ground like a dying animal, completely stripped of his earlier arrogance. His body trembled violently, his face twisted in agony, but he did not dare show the slightest bit of temper as he groveled before Logan, crying and pleading.
Logan casually strolled over and slapped him twice more across the face, with ruthless, bone-jarring force. Archie’s head snapped to the side so hard it almost seemed like his neck would break, and his screams grew even more pitiful. Yet, not a single Hopkins fighter moved to help him.
All of them stood frozen, faces pale with fear, too terrified to even breathe loudly.
Logan’s voice was calm but icy. “Tonight, if Andrew doesn’t accept your apology, not a single one of you is leaving this place whole. Every damn one of you will be leaving with broken arms and legs.”
Archie howled in desperation. “Mr. Keller, please! No!”
Logan’s face remained utterly emotionless. “Then start begging. Beg him for forgiveness. If he accepts your apology, tonight’s incident can be forgotten. If he doesn’t… well, by tomorrow morning, you’ll be down in hell.” The words slammed into Archie like a hammer to the chest, making him nearly faint from terror.
Was Logan really about to destroy him over some no-name punk like Andrew?
He wondered who Andrew was, and why Logan was his sworn brother.
Archie could not wrap his head around it, but under the crushing weight of fear, he dropped to his knees and started slamming his forehead against the ground in front of Andrew.
He wailed, “Mr. Lloyd, please have mercy! I was wrong! I was blind and ignorant. I’m kneeling here, begging you! Please, be generous and don’t stoop to the level of a piece of trash like me…”
The sight of Archie reduced to a pathetic mess left the entire Rhodes family speechless.
Lauren and Cecelia, being more simple-hearted, only thought, ‘Andrew is amazing. He called the Keller family and handled everything without breaking a sweat!’
However, Jameson and Tiana saw something deeper.
Jameson let out a complicated sigh. “Tiana, I finally understand why you kept saying Andy isn’t simple. Clearly, I made a fool of myself trying to treat him like a junior.”
Jameson had always been an open-minded man. However, even he could not deny the blow to his pride, seeing how Andrew did not even need to lift a hand to bring Archie to his knees.
The realization hit hard—this young man, whom he had once envisioned as his future son-in-law, might now be far beyond his ability to even claim as family.
If Andrew ever turned against him one day, Jameson would have no choice but to beg for mercy himself.
Meanwhile, Tiana stood stiffly, her slender figure trembling slightly, her fists clenched tight.
She ignored Jameson completely. Instead, she gazed at Andrew’s tall, commanding back, lost deep in thought.
Once upon a time, Reginald had been just like this. A man who moved through the world quietly, only to unleash thunderous power when needed, overwhelming everyone she had ever known.
Now, decades later, his son stood before her, bearing that same unmatched strength, that same hidden sharpness. Even his quick wit, effortless charm, and the way he smiled were all hauntingly familiar.
For a fleeting moment, Tiana’s mind blurred, and Andrew’s towering figure overlapped with the image of the man she had once loved with all her heart.
However, in the very next second, she forcefully snapped herself out of it. A stern warning echoed inside her mind. ‘No. You can’t lose yourself again. Not this time. Between you and Andrew lies the unbridgeable gap of generation, ethics, and blood ties. You must remain dignified. Otherwise, you will be spat on by the world.’