Chapter 1290
Behind Andrew, not a single one of Tristan’s men remained standing. The scene was a mess of blood and even severed limbs—utterly devastating.
Yara covered her pale face, staring at Andrew with shock in her eyes. She could not help but wonder if he was even human.
She had been surprised when he single-handedly took down Earl’s amateur underlings, as many people couldn’t have achieved such a feat.
However, for him to defeat all of Tristan’s men with such ease, cutting through them like nothing, Yara knew this was on an entirely different level.
She believed that Andrew was a true martial arts master hiding his true abilities.
He was wealthy, powerful, and backed by the Keller family and the governor. Now, he had just demonstrated his most astonishing quality—incredible fighting prowess.
He seemed perfect in every way, without a single weakness.
Suddenly, Yara felt a surge of excitement in her heart. Though she hated Quinton, she had always felt powerless against him because he dominated her in every aspect.
Yara reluctantly admitted that Quinton was indeed a very capable man. But now, seeing Andrew, she realized that Quinton paled in comparison.
Earl stood at a distance, mumbling in disbelief, “How is this possible? These are all Mr. Cummings‘ top fighters. How could they be defeated so easily?”
These words reached Tristan’s ears, making his face twitch violently. He silently cursed Earl for being such an idiot.
Was he blind? It was not that his men were weak—they had encountered someone truly formidable today.
Despite his own glorious combat record of single-handedly defeating 50 opponents, Tristan immediately spoke up, his voice hoarse and dry, “Sir, no hard feelings. Consider this brawl our introduction. How about this–I apologize and make amends. Then, we can put this matter behind us. Don’t worry, I absolutely won’t bother Ms. Wright’s construction site again.”
Both Earl and Yara were stunned, unable to believe their ears that Tristan had backed down so easily. He was even speaking humbly and begging for mercy.
Andrew looked down at him and smiled. “Little dwarf, weren’t you the one who wanted me to get on my knees and beg earlier? Look at our height difference–even if I knelt down, you’d still have to look up at me. Why don’t you try jumping to see if you can reach my waist?”
These words were extremely insulting.
Tristan’s eyes blazed with real anger, but he could only force a laugh. “You’re such a funny man! What I said earlier was just thoughtless nonsense—don’t take it seriously, please don’t take it seriously!”
Andrew shook his head and sighed. “Boring!”
Tristan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself, ‘So you think this is boring, huh? Fine, I’ll let you have your moment of triumph. Just wait until later—you’ll get what’s coming to you!’
Andrew delivered two quick slaps across Tristan’s head, knocking him to the ground.
Tristan clutched his head and shouted angrily, “Bastard, how dare you hit me?”
Andrew smirked. “Why wouldn’t I?”
Tristan bit his tongue hard, swallowing his anger and not daring to speak.
Andrew dusted off his hands, looking bored. “Get lost. Today was just a minor punishment to teach you a lesson. I know what you’re thinking—are you considering asking your Azure Dragon King to come and get revenge for you?”
Tristan opened his mouth, almost asking how Andrew knew. However, he stopped himself in time, only offering a cold sneer.
Andrew gave him another resounding blow. This time, he had crouched down to deliver it, leaving half of Tristan’s face completely numb.
“Stand at attention when you’re being punished. You don’t actually think I give a damn about your pathetic title as the leader of a random organization, do you?”
Andrew grabbed him by the collar, lifting him up as easily as if he were picking up a child.
Earl watched from the sidelines, swallowing hard, so scared he nearly wet himself. He had seen aggressive people before, but in all his years in the underworld, he had never seen anyone as ferocious as Andrew.