Chapter 1696

At the last moment, Marcelo roared angrily, “Stop!”

His subordinates finally held back, but they were all staring daggers at Andrew.

Logan quietly broke out in a cold sweat and whispered to Andrew, “Andy, what you just said was way too provoking! Marcelo really isn’t someone to mess with. You went too far!”

Andrew kept smiling without saying a word.

Marcelo stepped forward through the crowd and came right up to him. He stared into Andrew’s eyes for a full ten seconds before slowly nodding.

“They say the next generation always surpasses the last, and each generation gets stronger than the last. I’ve always only half-believed that. You’re talented, and I can see you have great ambitions. If it were some other old fool, they might show some restraint, or even fear you a bit. But unfortunately, I’m not one of those people!”

He pointed directly at Andrew’s nose, his face grim as his voice rose. “This is Cillian’s funeral, and I don’t want to be disrespectful. But I’m remembering what you just said! Once we leave the Ulrich residence, we’ll settle this with our fists!”

He turned toward the casket, lit three candlesticks, and said a prayer. Then, he flicked his flowing robe and strode off with his men in tow.

Ezra followed closely behind, flashing a twisted grin. “You’re screwed now, kid. Whatever chairman title you have is useless now! The Ulrich residence is the only place left where you might be safe. Step outside, and you’re dead.”

Around them, the other guests looked at Andrew with smug satisfaction. They were not even hiding it anymore. One by one, they watched him like vultures circling fresh meat.

Marcelo was one of Blumedale’s infamous underground kings, and he was known to be the most mild-tempered but also the most dangerous to cross.

Andrew’s outrageous words just now were tantamount to digging his own grave.

Mason feigned sorrow and said, “Mr. Lloyd, it’s all the Ulrich family’s fault! If it weren’t for my father’s situation, you wouldn’t have had to come here. And if you hadn’t come, you wouldn’t have provoked a powerful figure like Mr. Byrne!”

These words were incredibly vicious. The implication was that Andrew was nothing compared to Marcelo, and now that he had caused such trouble, he was definitely doomed!

Andrew chuckled as if he had not caught Mason’s mockery and sarcasm at all. “When’s the food coming out?”

The entire room blinked in confusion.

“Food?” someone from the Ulrich side asked stiffly.

Andrew nodded. “Of course. This is a funeral, isn’t it? You guys still serve a banquet afterward, right? I have brought a generous condolence gift, and I’m not leaving without filling my belly.”

Immediately, the Ulrich family members and other guests all showed expressions of utter contempt. Someone laughed, “If you’re scared and don’t dare leave the Ulrich residence, just say so! Why put on this act?”

“Looks like he wants to use the food as an excuse to delay time so he can call for backup!”

Another mocked, “I think he actually wants to stay at the Ulrich residence, keeping his tail between his legs and never daring to step outside again!”

The more they whispered, the bolder they became. Some were even grinning, gleefully fantasizing about Andrew’s downfall like it was their personal guilty pleasure.