Chapter 1496
Mosby suddenly shot to his feet, veins bulging in fury. “That’s right, Andrew, you little bastard! We’ve tolerated your crap long enough! If you so much as pull a stunt with that final fragment, you and your entire crew are dead.”
Around the hall of the Wright estate, several unfamiliar faces remained seated. They had not said a word, but the way they looked at Andrew was loaded with deadly intent.
Andrew was not the least bit afraid, locking eyes with each of them. It was clear from their bulging temples and the glint of light in their gazes that these were all elite fighters, at least semi-martial kings.
Any one of them could dominate a battlefield. Yet, even so, Andrew looked at them like they were beneath him.
“Oh, so you do want to kill me? Fine. Then I’ll go ahead and destroy the final map fragment. That way, none of you will ever get to the treasure. We can all go down in flames together!”
He shouted angrily and raised the parchment, ready to tear it apart. Then, to drive the threat home, he pulled out a lighter—ripping it was not enough. Burning it to ash would really do the trick.
“Wait! Wait! Damn it, put it down! You little psycho, stop!”
“Alright, fine! We’ll do things your way! Just tell us what the hell do you want?”
The tension exploded. One by one, everyone jumped to their feet, shouting across the hall, trying to stop him.
One man, seated beside Rafael, unleashed the most intense presence of all. The pressure that radiated from him was enormous—pure martial king strength, easily suppressing everything within a three-step radius.
Andrew glanced at him and raised an eyebrow. The guy looked like he had walked straight out of a famous video game series on assassins—long cloak, fully covered, hood drooping down to hide most of his face, only pale, thin lips visible.
“This one’s dangerous. Better watch out for him,” Andrew reminded himself silently.
With that in mind, he paused, lowering the map fragment slightly.
Rafael gritted his teeth. “Andrew, we’re at the final moment—what the hell do you want?”
Andrew sneered. “What do I want? Isn’t it obvious? You pushed me to this. You came in here with your full squads and elite bodyguards. Me? I’ve got three people—barely even a threat.
“If the treasure shows up, I don’t stand a chance. So why not just destroy the map? If I can’t have it, none of you will!”
Mosby looked like he was about to explode. His face went crimson as he shouted, “Then tell us—what’s it gonna take for you to cooperate?! If you destroy that map, Andrew, it’ll be an unforgivable offense. The heavens themselves will not let you off.”
Andrew gave a calm smile. “Exactly. So what can I do to protect my own interests here? I clearly can’t compete for the treasure. So before it’s revealed, I may as well make sure I profit as much as possible.”
Kevin’s face darkened. “Andy, quit it! The fact that we even allowed you to join the hunt is already more than generous.”
Andrew smirked. “Oh, I see. So you’re still trying to screw me over, even after all this. Fine. I’ll burn the map. Let’s all walk away broke!”
After saying this, ignoring everyone else’s drastically changed expressions, he tore violently. With a ripping sound, the parchment in his hands split in two.