Chapter 2169

Step by step, Elijah walked toward Andrew with his men. “Do you not know who I am, or are you deliberately trying to cause trouble for me?”

Patrick’s family was terrified once again. They never expected that going out for dinner would result in crossing paths with a big shot like Elijah.

Carlos put on a pleasing smile. “Mr. Knowles, I’m so sorry, truly sorry! I’m Carlos of the Watts family. Please, sir… Do me this kindness. We’ll leave right away.”

Elijah smirked coldly. “Who the hell do you think you are? Asking me to do you a favor?”

At his barked command, a fighter behind him lashed out, slapping Carlos so hard he flew across the floor with blood spraying from his mouth.

Sofia screamed, almost collapsing, while Chantelle shouted in anger, “What right do you have to hit people?”

Elijah smirked. “Do I need a reason to hit someone? All irrelevant people, get lost. Tonight, I’m only here for Andrew!”

Andrew gently pulled Chantelle back and chuckled. “Step aside. Let me see what skills this guy has.”

Looking Elijah up and down, Andrew raised a brow. “First of all, I don’t know who you are. Second, I don’t care who you are. So why don’t you move and stop blocking our way?”

Elijah narrowed his eyes. “I find your behavior disrespectful. Tonight, only one of us will walk out of Sky Garden standing. The other will be leaving on a stretcher.”

Andrew laughed. “That’s simple. The one lying flat will be you.”

Elijah scoffed. “Are you sure about that?”

Andrew frowned. “You talk too much. Since you won’t move, I’ll remove you myself.”

He stepped forward and swung a palm directly at Elijah’s face.

Sofia’s family screamed in terror. They thought Andrew was far too bold.

“Reckless fool!” growled an old man in a long robe standing behind Elijah. With a cold snort, he struck out, releasing a crushing aura that revealed his identity as a martial saint.

Elijah clearly had powerful protection at his side. However, it did not matter.

Andrew’s palm moved like lightning. Just as the martial saint’s hand was about to intercept, he felt a sharp sting in his wrist as though pricked by a needle, and his reflexes faltered for an instant.

Andrew’s palm landed squarely across Elijah’s face with a loud, crisp crack.

Elijah could not believe that he had actually been hit. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he was sent flying.

Ophelia gasped and clapped a hand over her mouth. “Mr. Knowles!”

The whole place fell into stunned silence. Elijah, the so-called Prince of Terror Town, the town’s self-proclaimed ruler, had been struck down by Andrew.

Onlookers stared at Andrew like he was already a dead man, believing that he would never survive this.

Andrew casually looked at his palm, then smiled as if nothing had happened. “I told you to move, but you wouldn’t listen. Well, now I’ve moved you myself. Feels better, doesn’t it?”

Sofia nearly fainted, her vision going black with fear. Patrick’s hands trembled as if the sky had collapsed. Their family was nothing more than middle-class folk in Terror Town.

What right did they have to offend Elijah? Now they were in real, deadly trouble.