Chapter 570

Tiana smirked, and it was obvious from her tone that she was eager to watch Andrew embarrass himself. She said, “With the way the Madblade Martial Academy operates, it’s impossible for this Moonlit Apothecary to get through the day without some trouble. Even with you sitting here, Marvin, I bet Andrew will end up with a few slaps across the face.”

Marvin chuckled coldly. “If they dare cause trouble, I’ll have a word with Vince. We’ll see if his academy is tougher than my Wealthroller Investments.”

Cedric scoffed. “Vince has gone into seclusion to focus on martial arts training. If anyone’s leading this charge, it’ll be his son, Rodney. That brat is trouble.”

Vince, the academy’s founder and an infamous martial arts master, had long been feared for his domineering presence in Jayrodale’s martial arts scene.

Tiana’s eyes glinted with amusement. “Ah, Rodney, huh? With his temper, bloodshed seems inevitable today.” Down among the crowd, many underground figures eyed the academy members warily. Under the subtle direction of Dylan and Natasha, over a thousand of their men were already watching the Madblade representatives like wolves ready to pounce. If anyone dared make a scene, it would be a death sentence.

In a shadowy corner, Finley sat with a few men from Hidden Dragons, who had been sent to support him.

One of them sneered. “Mr. Moore, I thought you said Andrew was something special, but he doesn’t look like it to me. The academy’s stomping all over him, and he’s not even making a peep.”

“Exactly! What’s stopping us? We should just flip these tables and go after him!” another one added.

A third person nodded eagerly. “No need to rush. Let the Madblade guys break him first. Once Andrew’s lying half-dead, then we can show up and prove Hidden Dragons are the real power here.”

The men laughed and traded comments, convinced that Andrew and Moonlit Apothecary were finished.

Since Atlas‘ death, Finley had become more cautious, having learned from multiple humiliating defeats at Andrew’s hands. He had once been the loudmouth, flashing his family’s Hidden Dragons connections everywhere, but now he knew better.

“Don’t get me wrong, Andrew and I have a blood feud,” Finley whispered. “But right now, we play it cool. There are some serious players here we shouldn’t mess with today. Keeping a low profile is the smart move."

His words stunned his men into silence. One frowned and asked, “Mr. Moore… are you scared now?”

“Yeah! What’s there to be afraid of? We’re the Hidden Dragons! Andrew has defied us too many times already. He deserves to be taken out!”

Another enforcer, face red with excitement, urged, “Come on! Let’s make a scene. Burn this place to the ground, beat Andrew until he can’t stand, and boom–our name will be feared across all of Jayrodale!”

The group grew restless, eager for violence. They just waited for Finley’s order to strike.