Kevin punched the wall and roared, “Unforgivable! Grand Viper, you rotten bastard–you’ve gone too far this time!”

His face twisted in rage, so contorted it was barely recognizable.

Tora bellowed behind him, “He didn’t just kill our men–he even left a message in blood! That’s the same as spitting in our faces! Mr. Wright, we have to go to war with that vile creature!”

Quinton stumbled back several steps, completely shell-shocked.

Andrew gave a cold smile. “Quinton, you believe me now? Still think I lied to your father–lied to the Wrights?”

Quinton’s fingers trembled as he pointed at Andrew, but he could not form a single word. Grand Viper’s men had come right to their gates and left undeniable proof, and nothing he said would matter now.

Even so, deep down, Quinton knew the truth: Grand Viper had no prior feud with the Wrights. There was no reason for them to ever clash, especially since he had secretly teamed up with Rafael, Mosby, and Grand Viper—they were all on the same side.

This chaos, this full-on blood feud, had to be Andrew’s doing.

The devil had manipulated both sides, lighting the fuse and sitting back to enjoy the explosion.

“You snake!” Quinton howled, his eyes bloodshot. “You brought a monster to our doorstep! I hope you rot in hell!”

Aspen’s voice rang out cold and clear. “Mr. Wright, what the hell do you mean by that? Hasn’t Mr. Lloyd already done enough for your family?”

Andrew raised a hand and said hoarsely, “Let it go, Aspen. Don’t say another word. If the Wrights can’t appreciate what I’ve done… if my precious godson still holds a grudge against me… then fine, we’ll just leave.”

He turned to go, shoulders slumped, his back full of silent sorrow.

Kevin watched him walk away, and a wave of frustration twisted through his chest. He lunged forward, grabbed Quinton by the collar, and slapped him across the face–three times, hard and fast.

“You little bastard! You disrespectful punk! Even now, you dare talk back? You don’t see Andrew as your elder? I swear to God, I’ll beat you to death myself!”

Quinton staggered in disbelief, still recovering from the last time he got slapped. Stars danced before his eyes as blood gushed from his mouth.

Kevin snarled, “Kneel and apologize to Andrew right now! If he doesn’t forgive you, I’ll chop you up personally!” Quinton’s pride was shattered, and tears of humiliation welled up in his eyes. He was a grown man, and among the younger generation in Blumedale, he also believed he ranked in the top three.

Yet now, he was being beaten mercilessly in front of the entire family.

“This is the second time,” he growled, trembling. “For that bastard Andrew… you’re hitting me again! Kevin, who’s your real son? For this scheming outsider, you’ve turned into a senile fool! Open your damn eyes! Andrew is the devil—he’s the curse that’ll ruin the Wrights!”

Quinton’s voice cracked into a crazed scream, spit flying from his lips as he completely lost it. Tora and the others looked stunned–no one had expected him to outright shout Kevin’s name.

“Quinton, you insolent brat!” Tora snapped. “Say another word, and we’ll drag you to the punishment room ourselves!”

Kevin was shaking with fury. “You little piece of shit… What did you just call me? A senile old fool? Hah—If I had known you’d turn up like this, I should’ve shot you into a napkin instead!”

He lunged again, smacking Quinton’s face again and again.

Andrew quickly stepped forward to pull Kevin back, wearing a look of pained concern. “Come on, Kevin–enough, that’s enough! He’s still a kid. He doesn’t understand half of what’s happening. For my sake, cool off. You can’t keep hitting him like this! If you do, I’ll lose my godson!”

Tora and the others all exchanged awkward glances. Andrew’s speech made their skin crawl.

Seriously? This young man here was lecturing everyone else like a saintly elder. It did not feel like he was stopping the fight. In fact, it felt like he was just using it to cozy up to Kevin.

Kevin was still furious, struggling to break free. “Let go, Andrew–let go of me! I swear I’m gonna teach this ungrateful brat a lesson today!”

With a sigh, Andrew grabbed the waist blade hanging from Tora’s side. Then, he calmly handed it to Kevin.