Chapter 457
Christina nodded thoughtfully and said, “True, while Rhodes Corporation’s 60 million isn’t a small amount, it pales in comparison to your billion. Even if Madblade Martial Academy is greedy, they wouldn’t dare keep such an enormous sum.”
“Of course not,” Aspen replied coldly. “Now that I’m personally involved, I’ll bring in the media and the police to make their lives hell if they continue acting like common thieves. Let’s see how Mr. Sandford handles that kind of public pressure.”
The two women put on their sunglasses and strode through Madblade Martial Academy’s gates, surrounded by the crowd of creditors.
Inside the academy, Rodney and Dean wore grim expressions, not because of the people demanding money, but because Ivan was still unconscious from his severe injuries.
“Damn it, Andrew turned out to be one tough son of a bitch!” Rodney cursed.
Despite his young age, he had achieved the rank of junior grandmaster through rigorous training, making him a prodigy even by Canraville standards.
Rodney had always considered Harvey and Michael beneath him, and he had always looked down on being grouped with the other Jayrodale’s Most Eligible Bachelors. However, witnessing Andrew’s abilities humbled him significantly, as he realized there were some mountains he could never climb.
Gathering Dean and several instructors, Rodney gritted his teeth and said, “Today, our academy was humiliated when someone stormed in and defeated us. Mr. Lincoln lies unconscious, and now we have these vermin protesting at our doors. As the heir of this academy, I can’t tolerate such disgrace—and I’m sure none of you can either?”
No one answered as Dean and the four instructors kept their heads down in silence.
Rodney exploded in anger, “Have you all gone mute? I’m asking if we need to get payback for Andrew trashing our place!”
Dean reluctantly said, “Mr. Sanford, we definitely need to recover from the embarrassment for both you and your father.”
Before Rodney could feel satisfied with this response, Dean cautiously added, “But don’t take it too hard. There’s always someone stronger out there, and Andrew… well, I don’t think we can handle him.”
Rodney’s face darkened as he asked, “Can’t handle him? Are you afraid?”
Dean’s face flashed with anger before deflating into resignation. “I spent half my life in the underground world, living by the blade, and I’ve never feared anyone.”
He added bitterly, “With Mr. Lincoln’s capabilities, he could easily overpower both of us. Yet Andrew… he’s not normal. He’s a demon, something beyond human comprehension. I started martial arts at three and made my first kill at seven. By 12, I had made a name for myself in Gabo Creek’s martial arts community.”