Henry said calmly, “Get on your knees and submit.”

Robert replied coldly, “Kiss my ass, you piece of shit! Who the hell do you think you are? The Cantrell family only respects Mr. Thornton’s orders and only listens to him.”

Henry’s expression remained unchanged as he suddenly stepped forward. The massive wind pressure blurred Robert’s vision, and his hair was blown back. The next moment, he felt a dull thud in his chest as his entire body was sent flying backward.

Blood sprayed onto the marble floor as Robert collapsed, half-dead. He clutched his chest, unable to even sit up. “You…”

Henry’s black robe fluttered lightly as he turned away, his voice still cold. “If you don’t submit, then no one in the Cantrell family walks out alive.”

Without another glance, he moved on, heading straight for the next major force in Goldridge: the McCormick family.

There was a simple and brutal definition of what made an elite family: first, the family had high-ranking figures who could influence both political and business circles. Second, they had top-tier fighters in the martial world.

On offense, they could eliminate other families, gangs, or individuals; on defense, they could keep their family untouchable. The McCormick family was exactly that kind of house.

Their head butler, Edwin, was already a martial saint. And the family patriarch? Even more terrifying.

“Let Henry do whatever he needs to clean up Goldridge. I’ve already arranged to have tea with the mayor. Everything can be smoothed over!” Grayson McCormick, head of the McCormick family, stood with his hands behind his back, overlooking all of Goldridge from the family estate.

Edwin respectfully replied, “Understood, sir. It’s just that Henry’s methods are quite bloody and have caused quite a disturbance… The mayor might object.”

Grayson chuckled. “I’ll give him a reason he can’t object to.”

His casual confidence was quite impressive, but the McCormick family certainly had the power to back up such arrogance. In Goldridge, he was second only to Jerome in raw martial might.

And that was just in the martial world.

The McCormicks’ real strength lay in wealth and political reach, far beyond what someone like Jerome could ever touch.

These were things that pure martial artists like Jerome simply could not compete with.

That was why they said that a 100-year organization was nothing next to a 1000-year family, and the oldest ones? They survived everything.

It was not until late at night that Henry finally returned to the villa, clearly exhausted. As soon as he walked through the door, Andrew caught a heavy scent of blood lingering on him.

Eric came down the stairs and wrinkled his nose. “You smell awful.”

Henry grinned, his eyes burning with desire as he stepped forward and tried to embrace him.

Eric avoided him, frowning. “Mr. Fischer, maybe go take a shower first?”

Henry raised an eyebrow. “You’re rejecting me?”

Eric kept a straight face. “Call it whatever you want. You know I like things clean.”

Henry smirked. “But you like it rough and big too, don’t you?”

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Andrew nearly exploded right then and there. He almost sprang up and killed them both on the spot. These two degenerates had no shame and no boundaries.

He turned his attention fully to training Inferno Strike. He could not take another day in this cursed villa. If he stayed even a moment longer, he might lose control.

In the end, Henry backed off and went to shower. When he came out, he was shamelessly flaunting his obviously unimpressive equipment and plopped down right in front of Andrew.

Looking at Andrew, he asked Eric with a smile, “How’s the hypnosis working? Can I give him commands?”

Eric nodded, “I’ve hypnotized him twice now. Simple surface-level commands should work fine!”

Henry was delighted and said to Andrew, “Who are you?”

Andrew looked completely blank and confused.

Henry nodded with satisfaction. “It looks like he’s even forgotten his own identity! Phantom Mirage really is amazing!”

After a pause, he asked Andrew again, “Who am I?”

This time, Andrew answered, “You’re an idiot!”

Henry and Eric were caught off guard.