Chapter 1370

Andrew declared, “The Grand Medical Summit only has one chanjalan—nır!”

Each word slammed down like thunder, echoing in every corner of the arena. His voice did not just speak; it struck, like a bolt from the heavens that blasted straight into everyone’s ears.

Ratal ground his teeth. “This kid’s got sky-high ambition. Mosby’s in serious trouble.”

For a moment, even Derek and George looked stunned, caught in a rare daze. They, too, had once been young, full of fire and pride. Yet, they had to admit that Andrew’s presence now far surpassed anything they had ever radiated in their prime.

George shouted, “Now that’s a real man! My family stands behind you, Andy. Even if it takes an eternity, we’ll back you until Mosby’s buried under your boots!”

His beard and hair whipped around wildly as he let out a booming laugh, pledging full support.

Derek clapped his hands together, laughing heartily. “Now this is what I wanted from the Grand Medical Summit! This is what true medical pursuit looks like! Chasing truth—right to the ends of the world!”

Chantelle’s eyes shimmered with emotion. She stared at Andrew’s all-in declaration of war, and every word lit something in her heart. He was the only real man.

She had to admit at this moment, Andrew was not just the most powerful man in the arena—he was the only real man. Her heart skipped a beat, caught between awe and admiration.

Lauren, Aspen, and Francesca were practically trembling with joy and excitement. None of them exchanged a single word, but they were all thinking the same thing: No matter how this summit ended, they’d be leaving the doors wide open tonight and make sure this dangerously seductive man never got a moment’s rest.

It was the only way their love-struck hearts knew how to show devotion.

Another explosive crash rang out—this time, from Mosby. He slammed his palm onto the wooden table before him, shattering it with sheer force.

He roared, “Very well, Andrew! If you want to keep going—if you want to crush me and claim it all! Then, I’ll fight you to the end of time itself! Let’s see if you’ve got the strength to back that muuta!”

The fury in his eyes was enough to make the crowd’s skin crawl. He looked like a beast pushed into a corner, fighting for its life. It was obvious that Mosby’s confidence had taken a serious hit. His arrogance, his ego, and his pride were all starting to crack.

Someone shouted, “Goddamn, this Andrew guy is insane!”

Another swooned. “I swear, this dude’s straight out of a novel. Like… actual main character energy!”

In the stands, expressions ranged from speechless to deliriously excited. Andrew had stunned them all, left them reeling, amazed, and scrambling for words.

Preston and Clifford were fired up now, their tempers flaring.

“Fine! You want this settled? Then we’ll see who’s truly number one and the only champion!”

“Let’s start the next round immediately—Round Eleven! Everyone clear out! Leave this space to Mosby and that arrogant little shit, Andrew!”

They thought, “Goddammit! After 50-odd years in medicine—even graduating from the prestigious Advanced Medical Institute—here I am with one foot in the grave, only to encounter this outrageous humiliation!”

Preston and Clifford both feared and loathed Andrew. If they had the chance, they would string Andrew up by his guts and toast with bourbon as he bled out.

The arena was swiftly cleared, and all spectators returned to their seats. With that, the final bloodbath commenced.

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