Barnaby sneered. “The Driscoll family had everything, and Maurice threw it all away. Now that they’ve collapsed, it’s only right that I take my share. I didn’t come to Gabo Creek for nothing.”

Joe’s eyes flashed with murderous intent as he lunged forward. “You bastard, go to hell!”

He was already drowning in overwhelming grief. Barnaby’s threatening words and disgusting intentions pushed him over the edge into pure rage.

Barnaby’s expression remained casual and dismissive. “Young man, you’re being rather ignorant. Have you considered the consequences of attacking me?”

His massive subordinate, Dante, snorted coldly and threw a punch that created a blur of motion as it collided with Joe.

With a sickening sound, Joe immediately spat blood and screamed as he flew backward through the air, his face twisted in agony.

“Joe!” Mia shrieked as she stumbled toward her son, tears blurring her vision.

Joe lay on the ground covered in blood, his heart filled with complete despair. “Mom, I don’t want to live anymore. Just kill me!”

Mia completely broke down and held him while sobbing uncontrollably.

“Pathetic fool. Know your place,” Dante said with contempt as he slowly pulled back his massive fist.

Barnaby was quite satisfied with this outcome and shifted his gaze to survey the others present. He said, “Which one of you is Andrew? Come forward. I want to have a chat with you.

His voice carried absolute authority as he continued, “You managed to attack the Driscoll family, which shows some skill, but now I’m here to tell you that you’re under arrest.

“Furthermore, you won’t be taking anything from the Driscoll family. Everything here will be confiscated as evidence.”

This was clearly nothing more than sanctioned robbery, and everyone present could hear it for what it was.

Tiana’s face flushed with anger. “Mr. Hale, this feud has nothing to do with you. We fought the Driscolls to the death, and now you come in to collect the spoils? How is that fair?”

Barnaby grinned. “Why wouldn’t it be fair? Look at my title. What are you compared to me? Or perhaps you don’t accept my authority?”

His beady eyes gleamed with menace as they swept over each person present.

Then, he saw Andrew emerge from the back with a mocking smile on his face. “Oh my, such impressive authority you wield! Why don’t you just order my execution right now?”

Barnaby’s brow twitched the instant he saw Andrew. A strange familiarity washed over him, leaving him unsettled. “Who are you? Are you that Andrew they mentioned?”

Andrew strode closer, step by step, until only a few feet remained between them. His tone was flat. “That’s right. I’m Andrew Lloyd, the one who destroyed the Driscoll family. And judging by your actions, you’re here to steal my prize. That makes me very angry.”

Barnaby sneered, ready to spit out a threat. But now that Andrew stood so close, that eerie sense of familiarity burned bright and fierce inside him, igniting like wildfire.

His eyes widened. “Holy shit! No way… It can’t be… Captain? You were supposed to be…”

Andrew chuckled. “Supposed to be dead, right?”

Barnaby stumbled back, his pupils dilating in horror. His words broke apart in panic. “N–No… that’s not what I meant. I was trying to say… Sir, it’s good to see you!”

The bone-deep fear finally took control as cold sweat poured down Barnaby’s forehead and his body began shaking uncontrollably. Unable to resist any longer, he dropped to his knees in submission.

This action completely shocked everyone present!

Even the other Special Ops agents and the massive Dante were left completely stunned. “Mr. Hale, what are you…”