Chapter 1914

Andrew looked at him like he was already a dead man and scoffed.

“That enhanced adrenaline shot might boost a Special Ops agent’s power by over 80% in a crisis. But the side effects? Extreme fatigue and a blinding headache.

“Even if I gave you a head start, after that injection, you’d still end up crawling back to me on your knees.”

Hank shrieked, voice rasping with rage, “Andrew, don’t get cocky, you son of a bitch! You’d better pray I don’t survive this. I swear, I’ll kill you!”

As soon as the injection hit, Hank’s energy surged, his aura climbing back to peak-level combat strength. His face twisted with fury as he kicked off the ground, launching himself like a missile.

Andrew’s eyes narrowed. With one swift motion, he whipped out his right arm like a steel cable. It was like a semi truck going full speed had slammed into a brick wall and stopped instantly.

Yes, it all happened in a split second.

Chantelle, Theo, and the others went blank, their eyes wide with shock.

Andrew’s arm had punched straight through half of Hank’s shoulder, stopping him cold in his tracks.

Hank could not believe it. The unimaginable pain made him tremble. When he tried to cover his shoulder, he discovered that his other arm had been completely severed.

It was cut clean off, just like a butcher carving off a ham during Thanksgiving prep.

After a few seconds of deadly silence, agonized screams finally erupted from Hank’s mouth. “My hand…”

Andrew towered over him, voice icy. “So… you still think you’re untouchable?”

Hank howled back, “Andrew! I’m with Special Ops! You have no idea how deep my division runs! I swear, you’ll be crushed to dust for what you did today!”

Andrew did not bother with a response. He sneered, then slammed a punch directly into Hank’s forehead.

Hank’s vision went black, and the world vanished into a dark blur. Then, he collapsed, face-first into the ground.

Chantelle exhaled sharply. “Andrew… did you kill him?”

Andrew’s voice was calm. “Relax. I gave Mr. Keller Senior my word to bring this bastard in alive. So no, I didn’t kill him. Not yet.”

Theo had already been stabilized by the medics, and his bleeding had stopped. He looked at Andrew, throat tight as he swallowed hard. “Andrew… just what level are you, really?”

Andrew glanced at him and gave a faint smile. “You think you’re qualified to know?”

Theo’s face twitched. He dropped his head, sulking in silence, not daring to say another word.

Emily stood there, eyes filled with complicated emotions. She hesitated before finally saying, “Andrew… thank you for saving me. And…”

Andrew raised his hand to stop her. “That’s enough. Just head back to Blumedale. Emily, remember this… There are things in this world you’re just not ready to handle yet. I was in a good mood today, so I stepped in and saved you. But next time? You might not get that lucky.”

Tears welled up in Emily’s eyes. “I–I’ve learned my lesson. I mean it. Anyway… thank you, Andrew!”

Chantelle looked at her, noticing the torn clothes and bruises. She sighed quietly.

Emily, the precious daughter of the Keller family, would probably be haunted by this memory for the rest of her life.