Chapter 2075

In the next instant, Andrew had Callum firmly in his grasp.

Callum managed a quick reaction, stomping the ground and leaping upward, his leg whipping around in a vicious kick aimed at Andrew’s head.

Yet, Andrew’s face did not even flicker. He blocked with his elbow, deflecting the strike, and then slammed a palm into Callum’s shoulder.

It all happened so fast that Henry and the McDaniel family’s martial saint, Larry McDaniel, only realized what was happening when it was too late.

Both roared in fury and shot toward Andrew.

Andrew’s face hardened with killing intent. Ignoring Callum’s scream, he grabbed him like a rag doll and hurled him outward. A violent surge of energy burst from the strike, making the entire redwood forest tremble.

Larry froze, afraid to attack recklessly and injure Callum. He dropped back down to the ground just as Andrew kicked Callum hard in the chest.

Blood gushed out from Callum’s mouth as his face twisted in agony.

Larry’s eyes bulged with rage. “Mr. Callum! Andrew, how dare you lay a hand on the McDaniel family? You’ll never leave Sunstrand alive!”

Andrew slapped Callum twice across the face. Then, he launched a powerful kick skyward, knocking Henry straight out of the air.

Henry staggered back several heavy steps before he steadied himself, shock rattling through his chest.

Wave after wave of dread struck him.

How had Andrew become this terrifying?

Back in Goldridge, Henry had still thought himself capable of keeping Andrew under control. But now, weighing the gap, he realized he stood no chance at all in a direct confrontation.

“Run!” Andrew barked, turning toward Eric.

Eric wasted no time, sprinting out of the redwood forest. Cordelia struggled to keep up, her strength lagging, but she forced herself forward.

Larry’s face twisted with fury. He bounded forward in giant steps, his palm surging with lethal force as he struck for her back.

“No one leaves alive!”

Andrew was faster. With Callum still in his grip, he swung him forward like a weapon, slamming his body straight toward Larry.

“Mr. Callum!” Larry shouted in horror, abandoning his attack to catch Callum.

Seizing the opening, Andrew grabbed Cordelia and bolted down the path, following Eric. Together they burst from the redwood forest and vanished into the streets below.

Inside the forest, Callum lay flat on his back, coughing blood in steady spurts. Larry knelt and forced his energy into him, desperate to stabilize him. Smoke rose from the top of Larry’s head from the effort, and at last he had to stop, panting heavily.

Callum coughed again, finally managing to stand. However, the fear in his eyes was undeniable, tears welling as he rasped, “That was so close. Mr. Larry, escort me back to the estate at once. I must see Dad. If I don’t flay Andrew alive, I don’t deserve the name McDaniel!”

Larry nodded rapidly. “Yes, of course. Don’t upset yourself. I’ll take you back immediately.”

He turned a venomous glare on Henry. “Mr. Fischer, this is your doing. You said nothing of how strong that bastard was. Mr. Callum nearly died!”

Henry raised his hands, all innocence. “Mr. Larry, heaven knows I warned him. You heard me. But that thief is sly and cunning. He lured Mr. Callum in, and during their first exchange, he struck unexpectedly. Next time, I’m certain Mr. Callum will cut him down.”

Larry’s face twitched.

Cut him down? Even though Callum was a peak martial king and a gifted heir of the McDaniels, he had been nothing but prey in Andrew’s hands, a lamb waiting for slaughter.