Chapter 2129
Andrew said, “I’m planning to take over the position of King of Gabo Creek and play around with it for a while! Honestly, I’m not that thrilled about it because it’s pretty meaningless.
“But Victoria and the people backing me all want me to take charge, so I have no choice but to follow orders. I came here today to ask the Fischer family one simple question: Do you support me becoming the boss of both legitimate and underworld operations in Gabo Creek?”
With every sentence, Lucian’s face twitched harder, his jaw tightening until it felt like it might lock up. He could not believe his ears. This punk was talking about taking the title of Gabo Creek’s king like it was nothing, like deciding whether or not to grab a burger for lunch.
Not only that, but he acted completely reluctant about the whole thing. Most outrageously, he came directly to the Fischer family’s doorstep demanding their support.
Lucian’s chest burned with fury, like a fire threatening to consume him. If he did not act soon, he felt it would eat him alive.
He clenched his teeth until the words hissed out. “Andrew, I don’t know where you got the nerve to spout such idiotic nonsense! Do you think being the King of Gabo Creek is that easy? If it were that simple, do you think the Fischer family would’ve waited for you to come and take it? Who the hell do you think you are, to demand that my family bow to you?”
Finally, Lucian roared with fury, his voice shaking the square. “You’ve lost your damn mind, and you’re living in a fantasy!”
Compared to Lucian’s outburst, Andrew stayed calm, almost bored. A faint smirk tugged at his lips.
“So what you’re saying is… the Fischer family won’t support me running Gabo Creek?” he asked, one eyebrow raised.
Lucian gritted his teeth. “Even now, you still don’t understand the situation, do you? The Fischer family is one of Gabo Creek Province’s Three Titans… Do you think we’re some small-time punks who’d support you? Besides, who are you to deserve the Fischer family’s support?”
The more Lucian talked, the angrier he became. To him, Andrew was a fool, barging into his home at dawn, spewing madness, and humiliating the family.
Andrew smirked. “I figured you’d be just like that loser Henry. You’re both big talk, but you’ll only believe me when death is knocking at your door.”
Andrew flexed his wrist, preparing to make his move. Lately, fighting and killing had become routine, so he might as well teach Lucian some manners while he was still in good form.
Lucian stepped forward with his right leg, taking a fighting stance as his aura surged. “You want a fight? Think carefully, Andrew. This is my family’s turf. You show up here alone and pick a fight? You’re digging your own grave!”
Andrew chuckled coldly, tilting his head. “So tell me, compared to Henry… how do you measure up?”
Lucian sneered, his voice dripping with pride. “The Fischer brothers are beasts, and we don’t know the meaning of weakness. And as the elder brother, I lead by example.”
Andrew’s grin widened. “So you’re saying you’re tougher than Henry, huh? Good. Remember you said that, because if you disappoint me, I’ll beat you so bad your own parents won’t recognize you.”
As the words left his mouth, Andrew moved. One step forward, and a violent gust swept across the courtyard.
Lucian’s eyes narrowed in shock, and the next second they widened as Andrew’s figure seemed to appear out of thin air right above his head.
Lucian barely had time to roar and throw a desperate punch, his fist exploding with a surge of raw power. He staggered back, trying to gain distance, but it was useless.
When his punch connected, it felt like hitting thick mud, and it was extremely uncomfortable.