Andrew did not bring anyone with him. Even though George, Logan, and Eric all volunteered to go along, he just waved them off and told them it was not a big deal. He was not marching in to wage war against the Fischer family; he was only going there to give them a wake-up call and remind them who really called the shots in Gabo Creek.

A thunderous crash echoed from the northern mountain as Andrew leaped up and kicked the Fischer family estate’s main gate to pieces with a single blow.

Instantly, the commotion alerted everyone inside. Guards in full gear poured out, followed by more than a hundred Fischer family disciples rushing from their training grounds, with faces twisted in anger.

One Fischer family expert saw Andrew and immediately started cursing furiously, “Who are you? How dare you cause trouble at the Fischer family estate? Do you have a death wish?”

Andrew said nothing and simply walked over, slapping the man across the face with a resounding smack.

After that crisp sound, the Fischer family expert, who was responsible for training disciples and had reached the martial king level, dropped like a sack of bricks and was knocked unconscious on the spot.

The crowd of young Fischer disciples froze, their bravado vanishing. Eyes wide, throats bobbing, they stumbled backward in unison, fear flooding their faces as Andrew swaggered into the Fischer family compound.

Glancing around, he commented casually, “This is a nice place… Shame about the people who live here.”

Suddenly, a shadow dropped from above, the air splitting with the force of his descent. “Ignorant fool! How dare you run wild in my turf? Go to hell!”

A massive palm strike, backed by fierce energy, shot straight toward Andrew’s head.

Excited cries broke out among the disciples. “It’s the Grand Elder, Mr. Desmond! He’s here!”

“He never steps in unless it’s serious… This intruder is done for!”

While these young and inexperienced Fischer family disciples were still celebrating, Andrew raised his hand and struck out with a single palm. His Inferno Strike shot out like a meteor crashing to earth, carrying boundless flame power.

Desmond Fischer, the Fischer family’s Grand Elder, was hurled back through the air, blood spraying, his screams echoing as he crashed violently to the ground.

The entire Fischer family was suddenly struck with terror. Even Desmond, a martial saint, had not lasted a single exchange.

They could not help but wonder if Andrew was a war god descended from heaven. Every pair of eyes turned on Andrew, now filled with terror.

He stepped forward once, and the disciples retreated as one. He took two steps, and they all scurried back twice as far, clearing the path before him as if he were untouchable.

Within moments, Andrew moved through their territory as if it were empty, with no one daring to block his path.

“All Fischer family members, return to your original positions immediately.”

An ice-cold voice spread throughout the entire Fischer family compound at that moment. This voice carried tremendous authority, and the Fischer family’s disciples and guards immediately withdrew.

The speaker was the current leader of the Fischer family, or rather, the acting family head and Henry’s elder brother, Lucian.

Andrew stopped in front of a courtyard plaza within the Fischer family compound. This plaza was clearly where the Fischer family conducted daily training for their internal disciples. It was not built to be particularly spacious, but it had all the necessary facilities.

Lucian appeared from the other side of the plaza with a grim expression. Since he was at home, he had been dressed casually in Fischer family training gear.

Meanwhile, Andrew strolled onto the plaza from the opposite side as if taking a leisurely walk.

“Andrew!” Lucian practically spat out the name through gritted teeth.

Yawning, Andrew said nonchalantly, “Lucian, I came to discuss something.”

Lucian roared angrily, “You dare barge into my estate and injure my people? If you don’t give me an explanation today, I’ll cut you down and spill your blood right here!”

Andrew waved his hand dismissively. “Don’t waste time with empty threats. You’d better hear what I came to say first.”