Chapter 2235

Philip said grimly, “During his recovery surgery, Andrew’s medical records showed that 30% of his body tissue had died. Strictly speaking, even for top-tier warriors who can completely regenerate their bodies, like martial gods, 10% tissue death means you’re close to dying, 20% means certain death.

“But he had an unbelievable 30% tissue death and somehow still had a pulse, making it back alive. However, he went straight into emergency care for six months before he regained consciousness.

“In the end, he survived, and nobody knows why. Only Reginald seemed to understand, saying the kid survived on pure willpower, some inexplicable force he’d had since childhood.”

He continued, “But I’m not so easily fooled. Andrew’s mother was a descendant of a mysterious ancient bloodline. Reginald’s lawful wife always lived outside the reach of the world. Even today’s darkest networks couldn’t dig up a single trace of her.

“If Andrew survived, it was likely because of her. But don’t go digging for answers. Even Reginald, the man who feared nothing and claimed he’d conquer the world, didn’t dare pry too deeply. In short, I can’t explain it either. The Lloyd royal bloodline has always been full of freaks. And Andrew… Andrew is the freak among freaks.”

Irritated, Philip waved his hand as he glanced at the big screen showing confirmation of their target’s death.

Turning away, he left the operations room and muttered, “I’m tired. Truly tired. Luna, I hope you don’t follow Conrad’s path, because I don’t want to see you end up as stupid as he did. And you’d better not focus too much on Andrew. Compared to that idiot Conrad, Andrew is the one who poses the real threat to you.

“The more you stare into the abyss, the more the abyss stares back. Andrew doesn’t belong to your world. He is fire; fire that burns everything in its path. You are, at best, a fragile firefly. If you’re drawn to him and sink into his illusion, then your end will be like a moth to the flame, burned alive.”

Luna lowered her head and murmured, “Mr. Turman, thank you for telling me all this.”

Philip sneered. “But my words won’t change you. You’ll still do as you please and ignore every warning, won’t you? I already know how this plays out. I once valued Conrad, and he ruined himself. You? I poured everything into you. And yet, you’ll likely fall as well. All of it, because of Andrew. And the worst part is that I can’t do anything about him. Difficult doesn’t even begin to cover it!”

Luna’s cheeks flushed as she quickly said, “Mr. Turman, I won’t let you down.”

Philip was already gone, waving a hand behind him. “Foolish girl, I don’t fear disappointment. I fear you’ll end up with nothing left. Your pride carried you this far, but the same pride will destroy you. Because pride crumbles when it meets something greater, something deadlier. And then pride becomes submission. Am I wrong?”

Luna’s face burned crimson, and she had no idea how to respond. When she turned, she saw the entire operations room staring at her.

Hundreds of eyes filled with curiosity and suppressed amusement.

A wave of shame washed over her, like she had been stripped bare in front of them all.

She touched her burning face in frustration, wondering, ‘Why the hell am I blushing? What’s wrong with me?’