Chapter 1835

Matthew exploded with fury, his aura surging outward in a shockwave of rage. “Who the hell dares threaten to kill my son? If you’ve got the guts, then step out and say it to my face!”

All eyes turned, instinctively locking onto Andrew’s direction. Eventually, he strolled casually into the central aisle of the grand hall.

He looked straight at Matthew and said flatly, “I said it. Got a problem with that, Mr. Yeager Senior?”

Matthew roared, “Who the hell are you? Name yourself! The Yeagers don’t waste time killing nobodies!”

Andrew gave a sharp chuckle. “Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is that Joseph lost, and you just can’t seem to handle it.”

Matthew’s eyelid twitched violently as he growled, “Listen, the Yeagers are a noble family of Goldridge. If you knew our name, you wouldn’t dare say such things!”

Andrew scoffed. “I don’t give a damn if you’re the Yeagers, the Wallaces, or Goldridge royalty! Tell Joseph to admit defeat and get the hell out. Zachary’s the real winner here!”

His patience had reached its limit. Matthew, just like Calvin, was way too full of himself.

Matthew had not expected Andrew to still hold his ground after hearing who he was. “If he refuses to surrender, are you really going to have Zachary kill him?”

He glared at Andrew, murderous intent pouring from his eyes. If this were not Jerome’s territory, he would have already called for a Yeager elite to wipe the floor with him.

Andrew raised a brow. “So you’re saying he won’t admit defeat?”

Matthew hissed coldly, “No, he won’t. So what can you do about it?” In his mind, this nobody did not have the nerve or the power to back up his threats.

Andrew gave a chilling smile. “Zachary, end him.”

Without a moment of hesitation, Zachary tightened his elbow. With two sharp cracks, Joseph’s breathing was cut off, and his throat began to constrict.

“Dad, h–help me… H–He’s really going to kill me! Quick, s–save… me!” His face turned blue, his voice cracking and fading as the air left his lungs.

Matthew could not believe what he was seeing. This madman really dared to follow through?

“You bastard!” With a furious roar, Matthew shot into the air. A violent blast of martial king–level energy erupted from him, sweeping the air outward like a shockwave.

The people nearby barely had time to gasp before they saw Matthew launch himself like a thunderbolt, aiming a deadly palm strike straight at Zachary’s skull. He was clearly breaking the rules, interfering with the trial, and going straight for the kill.

“How shameless!” Rowan shouted in fury. Then, her eyes widened as she saw something no one else had. Out of nowhere, a figure had appeared at Zachary’s side.

It was Andrew. No one had seen how he moved, but he was suddenly there. He raised a single fist, wrapped in a swirling red aura of murderous energy, and met Matthew’s descending strike head–on.

The thunderous impact echoed through the entire hall.

Matthew’s face turned white, and he nearly coughed up blood on the spot. His heart shook with pure dread as he thought, ‘Who the hell is this guy? What kind of power is this?’

He flew backward several feet and crashed hard onto the stone tile of the grand hall. Staggering several more steps, he only managed to stay upright because Riker rushed in to support him.

However, Matthew shoved Riker’s hand away, his whole body trembling. He pointed a shaking finger at Andrew, eyes red with disbelief. “Who… are you? When did Goldridge start breeding monsters like you?!”

Andrew calmly retracted his fist and answered with cold indifference. “Who am I? You’re not qualified to know. Now tell me, is Joseph surrendering… Or rather, are you?”

Matthew’s face instantly darkened. “We surrender! Release Joseph right now!” He forced the words out through clenched teeth, practically choking on them.

As soon as Joseph was released, he bolted to safety, trembling in fear. Andrew’s energy had shaken him to the core.

Matthew grabbed Joseph by the shoulder and turned to leave without another word. However, his icy, venom–laced voice echoed through the hall behind him.

“The Yeagers won’t forget this grudge! You’ve got two choices: vanish from Goldridge forever, or wait for us to send you six feet under!”

Andrew remained unfazed and handed two hemostasis pills to Zachary.

As the rest of the crowd watched, stunned into silence, whispers spread like wildfire.

“Is this guy serious? Or is he just putting on a front?”

“Mr. Yeager Senior practically threatened murder, and he still didn’t flinch?”

“The Yeagers are rich, powerful, and ruthless. Even if that guy’s strong, how can one man possibly take on a whole family like that?”