Chapter 198  Andrew’s slap sent Finley flying, causing the latter to howl in pain.  Finley clutched his face as blood mixed with shattered teeth sprayed across the floor. Yet, it was not the searing pain in his mouth that stung the most–it was the sheer audacity of this nobody daring to strike him, fully aware of his connections.  Did this guy have a death wish?  “If you were a reasonable man, then even if you were just some street vendor, I wouldn’t stor  oop to hurting you,” Andrew said calmly, watching Finley wail in pain as blood seeped through his fingers.  “But since you won’t listen to reason, I couldn’t care less if you’re from the mighty Hidden Dragons or their leader is your granduncle–I’ll do whatever I want.”  +  His words weren’t particularly loud, but they carried an undeniable power that left Lauren and Francesca momentarily stunned. They had not expected Andrew to resort to violence so quickly, leaving Finley crumpled on the ground, Eikely with a broken jaw.  “How dare you hurt Mr. Moore! You’re dead!” shouted Finley’s two attendants in unison.  They drew knives and lunged at Andrew, their movements precise and coordinated, clearly trained to ambush and incapacitate.  To Andrew, these martial artists were no different from common thugs. With unbelievable speed, he dodged their daggers and delivered two more devastating slaps, sending them flying backward with agonized screams.  Andrew advanced coldly and struck again, leaving the attendants clutching their heads in agony as they collapsed in front of Finley.  “I underestimated you, but this isn’t over!” Finley snarled as he drew his sword with a metallic ring.  Andrew’s voice turned ice–cold. “Make another move,  and I’ll kill you.  As Francesca had pointed out earlier, these martial sect members thrived on their connections and brute force, often ignoring the law. Carrying a deadly weapon in the middle of the city was already a blatant act of defiance.  Nonetheless, Andrew was not one to back down. If someone threatened to kill him, he had no problem striking first.  After all, he had killed sect members before. Herman, the Crimson Alliance’s elder, had not survived his last encounter in Jayrodale. And then there was Tracia, another harsh lesson left in Andrew’s wake.  “Mr. Moore, please calm down!”  425 BONUS  Chapter 108  Just then, a group of people suddenly rushed in to stop the conflict. Leading them was a burly, bearded man with a commanding aura. His steps were heavy, confident, and exuded power.  Lauren’s brow furrowed. “Atlas Giordano, the crime lord of Northern District!”  Atlas Giordano, one of Jayrodale’s four underground bosses, stood tall, his gaze sweeping over the scene with a menacing calm. He clasped his hands in a half–bow toward Finley.  “Please, Mr. Moore, let me handle this. Take a moment to rest and let me deal with these… complications.”  Finley pointed his sword at Andrew with gritted teeth. “You’re lucky Mr. Giordano showed up. This isn’t over, so you better watch your back!”  After Atlas’s men escorted Finley and his injured attendants to a luxury car outside, Atlas’s expression darkened as his cold eyes swept over the three of them.  He turned to Lauren,and said menacingly, “Ms. Rhodes, you’d better keep your boy toy in check.”  Lauren replied icily, “Mr. Giordano, I don’t understand what you’re implying.”