Henry’s tone grew serious. “Lucian, you need to listen to me. Right now, Andrew is absolutely someone the Fischer family cannot afford to provoke. This time, when we tried to capture the Greene family’s saintess, it was Andrew who ruined everything.
“I wasn’t alone. I joined forces with the Crimson Flame Cult’s criminal and the McDaniel family’s patriarch, Nicholas. That was three martial saints, Lucian… Three! And Nicholas is even ranked on the Titan List, but even with all that, we couldn’t defeat Andrew. I’m afraid the entire Gabo Creek will eventually fall into his hands.”
Lucian laughed out of sheer rage, grinding out his words through clenched teeth. “That’s pure bullshit!”
He could not believe three martial saints could not handle Andrew and felt Henry was becoming increasingly useless. He was convinced Henry was making excuses for his repeated failures in Goldridge. Maybe all the setbacks were just his way of covering his own incompetence.
Seeing Lucian’s dismissive reaction, Henry grew frantic. “Lucian, you have to take me seriously. Andrew swore that if he couldn’t find me, he would come to our home next. Don’t underestimate him, or else the Fischer family might end up just like the Driscoll family!”
Lucian roared, “Enough! Do you even hear yourself? You botched things in Goldridge; Jerome survived, and now he’s a loose end. You failed to capture the Greene family’s saintess, but I let that slide because too many masters were competing.
“But don’t you realize you’ve become pathetic? Have all these setbacks twisted your spirit? We’re supposed to be the best of the Fischer family. Since when have we ever feared anyone?
“Andrew may have risen quickly and taken down the Driscoll family, but do you think that means he can look down on us? Our family built its legacy through strength, and we’ve never bowed to anyone. Even the Phelan family and Luna, who are at the peak of power right now, do we fear them? No!”
Lucian’s rage poured out in a stream of curses and scolding. Henry had always stood beside him as an equal, one of the Fischer family’s two pillars. But now, he wondered if Henry had been broken by all the blows he had taken outside.
Henry wiped sweat from his forehead and gritted his teeth. “Lucian, why won’t you believe me? I can say this with certainty: Andrew might already be close to reaching martial emperor level. Martial emperor, Lucian! That guy is a monster, and Gabo Creek is far too small to contain him.”
He added, “The Fischer family’s best option is to keep a low profile until he leaves. Then, once the storm passes, we can step back in and lead again.”
Lucian let out a cold laugh. “Now you’re throwing around ‘martial emperor‘ as if it’s nothing. Henry, you really are sick in the head. Why don’t you just go all the way and say Andrew is a martial god? A supreme martial god who wipes out every power in Gabo Creek and makes the entire province kneel before him!”
Henry exploded. “Lucian, I’m telling you… This bastard really does have the potential to become a martial god! In all my years outside, I’ve never seen… No, I’ve never even heard of someone this young reaching martial saint level. You have to be careful, or the Fischer family could really be finished!”
Lucian’s face turned cold. “I think you’re under as much pressure as I am, and it’s messing with your head. Enough, it’s late. I’m not sitting here to listen to nonsense. Do what I do… Call a couple of actresses, blow off some steam, and clear your mind.”
Without giving Henry a chance to argue, Lucian cut the call.
He had been about to shower, but now he did not even feel like it. Instead, he grabbed his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and dialed.
A groveling voice answered on the other end. “Mr. Fischer, how many do you want tonight?”
Lucian, sounding irritated, said, “Send me two. If it’s not enough, I’ll call back.”
The person chuckled obsequiously. “Mr. Fischer, with your stamina, two won’t cut it. Tell you what… I’ll send five over right away!”