Chapter 2185

Hakeem looked almost identical to Hugo. Both wore their distinctive gloves, and their hair was braided with bells tied into it. However, the difference was that Hakeem’s gloves had a more metallic gleam. One was steel, one was iron, and it was clear at a glance which was stronger.

“The Cunningham family has put out a billion-dollar bounty on you! Hugo and I couldn’t care less about that billion!” Hakeem suddenly smiled and said casually.

He continued, “But eliminating the number one genius from that mysterious organization back then, now that’s incredibly appealing to us brothers, more exciting than any drug!”

Andrew shrugged. “A billion dollars? The Cunningham family really doesn’t think much of me, huh? That’s honestly too little money. As for why you brothers came looking for me, I’m not particularly interested! Right now, I’m here to send you to meet your brother!”

Hakeem tilted his head with a smile. “That’s exactly what I wanted to tell you!”

In the cramped room, the two men instantly collided.

The couch beneath Hakeem exploded with a thunderous crash, bursting into fragments. The two were like charging bulls, fists pressed together, hands locked in a death grip. Then, in a forward-lunging position, they wrestled against each other.

On Hakeem’s forehead, blood vessels as thick as pinkies bulged out one by one. This was the manifestation of his strength being pushed to its absolute limit.

Meanwhile, Andrew’s expression showed no change whatsoever. Though he was not as bulky or muscular as his opponent, the power he unleashed made Hakeem’s arms begin to crack audibly.

Blood flowed down from where Andrew’s palms had been cut by the steel claws. However, he seemed completely oblivious to this.

With a sudden roar, Hakeem surged forward, almost breaking through the deadlock. However, Andrew simply took a step back, steadied himself, and unleashed a savage grin as his aura burst open like a wild beast.

Shock flickered in Hakeem’s eyes before he was hurled backward, smashing through the wall and crashing into the garden outside.

The peaceful estate erupted in chaos. Lights flared to life, dogs barked in the distance, and the guards scrambled into action.

Even so, neither Andrew nor Hakeem paid them the slightest attention.

Through the hole Hakeem had smashed, Andrew leaped out. While airborne, he shot a kick straight at Hakeem’s face.

Hakeem gritted his teeth and raised his hands to block.

And so, a brutal hand-to-hand combat between them began.

Soon, Harold and Elijah arrived with their experts. Elijah was furious and was about to rebuke Andrew.

However, Harold raised his hand to stop him. He said nothing, staring at Andrew as he fought with Hakeem, lost in thought.

Sparks flew as Hakeem’s steel claws scraped past Andrew’s face, and heat exploded as Andrew struck a palm toward his chest. The two went back and forth, quickly exchanging over a hundred moves.

The more Hakeem fought, the more alarmed he became, gradually realizing that Hugo’s death was not unjust.

Andrew was unexpectedly vicious!

“Enough,” Andrew said coldly. “Time to send you to see your brother.”

He raised both hands high and brought them crashing down. “Dragon-Slaying Palm!”

Hakeem’s eyes widened as he felt what was coming at him was not Andrew’s palm, but seemed like a divine dragon. Immediately after, he felt a burning pain in his chest. Blood burst from his lips, and his body shot backward like a rag doll. Yet, before he could even hit the ground, Andrew’s shadow flashed behind him.

With a vicious knee strike, Hakeem’s spine cracked with a snap. He screamed, but even in agony, he twisted in midair, slamming his claws together and unleashing twin arcs of deadly energy.

Andrew’s eyes glinted with merciless fire. He unleashed another Dragon-Slaying Palm, this one cleaving upward like a dragon rising from the depths.

Blood gushed from Hakeem’s chest, and his throat was torn open. He collapsed to his knees, eyes wide with horror as he croaked, “Dragon-Slaying Palm… the forbidden art… Dragon-Slaying Palm, you…”

His voice trailed off as his body crashed lifelessly at Andrew’s feet.

Andrew dropped Hugo’s severed braid onto Hakeem’s corpse. Then, he stepped on Hakeem’s head and strode forward.

Under the stunned gaze of Harold, Elijah, and the entire Knowles family, Andrew walked calmly out of the estate. No one dared to make a sound. It was as if their tongues had been cut out.

From beginning to end, Andrew never once looked their way. His silence was the deepest form of contempt.

He seemed to be declaring, “So what if I just killed someone in your estate in front of your entire family? What can you do about it?”