Chapter 2006

Dante did not move, but his eyes locked on Andrew as if staring at a dead man. He thought the latter clearly had no idea what kind of force he was up against.

Lama’s cold gaze swept toward Andrew. “Let them take the man.”

Andrew replied with indifference, “Why should I?”

Luna gritted her teeth in frustration. “Because Crazy Barnaby has personally come from Chetvine to Blumedale himself.”

Andrew showed nothing but contempt. “Just because others are afraid of their Special Ops director doesn’t mean I am!”

Luna laughed bitterly with anger. “What if I told you that Victoria and Tiana fell into Mrs. Driscoll’s trap? Right now, Victoria has already fallen into her hands. So tell me, are you going to let them take him or not?”

The aura around Andrew’s body suddenly surged, and he almost lost control of his power. At that exact moment, his people arrived on the scene.

“Andy, we have a serious problem! Mrs. Rhodes is severely injured! Mrs. Peck has been taken by Mrs. Driscoll. We don’t know if she’s alive or dead.”

George had come personally to deliver this news.

Andrew’s eyes turned ice-cold as he looked at him. “How did this happen? I left plenty of people guarding the Peck residence. Are you all useless?”

George stayed silent; Andrew’s authority had only grown heavier as his war with the Driscolls escalated, and even George could not meet his fury head-on.

Eric explained, “It wasn’t that we didn’t guard the Peck family. Both ladies left on their own to meet Mrs. Driscoll. That’s when things went wrong.”

Andrew did not scream or lose control, but the pressure he radiated was suffocating. He turned and started walking away, but after two steps, he stopped and looked back at Dante.

“You can take him. But when you get back, tell the Driscoll family that I’ll be coming to their base myself today to bring them back. If there’s even the slightest injury or a single scratch on them, the Driscoll family can prepare to be erased from Blumedale’s history.”

Dante sneered. “If you dare come, I’ll take your head. Try me.”

Andrew shook his head. “Aside from your muscles, you’ve got no brains and no use. You should appreciate the level you’ve reached. I really don’t want to kill you.”

The sneer froze on Dante’s face, replaced by the sting of humiliation. Andrew did not bother with him again and walked away.

Luna returned to her vehicle and left as well, rubbing her forehead in frustration. She mumbled, “Even Crazy Barnaby has come to Gabo Creek. And the Driscoll family is a complete mystery now… Who knows what else they’re plotting? Damn it, why does Governor McCormick insist I deal with this mess?”

Leslie kept her eyes on the road. “General, your ability comes with responsibility. By the way, that mangled man earlier… Was he really Gabo Creek’s number one fighter?”

Luna exhaled. “That was Franklin Gurney, a fake monk from the mountain cathedral. For Andrew to beat him like that was beyond my expectations.”

Her brow furrowed deeply as she murmured to herself, “That man changes every day. Even I’m starting to be wary of him. And his martial style… It feels strangely familiar. It should be connected to Chetvine, but for now, I just can’t place it.”