Chapter 592
Tiana scoffed but refrained from responding. If Andrew dared to step forward now, he would undoubtedly be beaten to death by Gordon.
Aspen raised her voice. “Jayrodale’s martial artists are nothing but cowards! In that case, Rodney, I’ll castrate you and let you enjoy the feeling of seeing your family line extinguished!”
Lifting her foot, she aimed a vicious kick toward Rodney’s groin.
Though barely conscious, Rodney managed to mutter, “If you’ve got the guts, just kill me. If you don’t, I swear I’ll take you down eventually.”
Ivan’s expression turned grim. He knew that if he didn’t intervene now, Rodney would be finished.
But against Gordon, Ivan was no match. Any attempt to act would be futile.
As for the students of Madblade Martial Academy, they stood even less of a chance. Any one of them would be swatted away like a fly by Gordon.
“That’s enough, Aspen,” a calm voice rang out. “You’ve put on a show and achieved your goal. Let Rodney go now.”
Andrew finally spoke up, stepping forward.
The crowd froze in shock, then collectively turned to look at him.
Tiana was the first to sneer. “Well, well. He’s fallen into the trap. Young people acting on impulse–it’s a surefire way to get yourself killed.”
Finley’s eyes lit up with excitement. “The show’s about to begin! Andrew is definitely going to be beaten to death by that hunchback.”
“And when it happens, not even Jesus himself could save him. Mark my words!”
Several of the experts from the Hidden Dragons adjusted their postures, eagerly anticipating the spectacle.
Francesca’s face turned pale. “Andrew, what are you doing? Get back here!”
Lauren also chimed in to dissuade him. “Dr. Lloyd, Aspen is targeting Rodney, not us. There’s no need to get involved!”
Andrew shrugged. “I’m not looking to play the hero, but Aspen has been waiting all this time just to get me to step in. I couldn’t care less about her cheap provocations, but Rodney sent me a gift earlier today—a whole platter of gold bars. With that kind of sincerity, I can’t just stand by and let him die.”
With that, Andrew leisurely made his way to the VIP platform.
Mark was taken aback. “Dr. Lloyd, what are you doing?”
Andrew replied nonchalantly, “This stupid woman from Bridgefields is causing a scene at my medical center. I’m here to teach her some manners.”
Mark tried to reason with him. “Dr. Lloyd, fighting isn’t child’s play. Please step back. Someone else will handle this.”
Seeing Rodney on the verge of collapse, Mark was utterly exasperated. He hadn’t expected Andrew, the owner of the Moonlit Apothecary, to jump into the fray at such a critical moment. This was practically throwing himself into the lion’s den!
Andrew waved him off. “No need. This idiot of a woman’s real target is me. I’ll take care of it.”
As Andrew steadily approached Aspen, Tiana smirked. “Mr. Yates, are you really just going to watch the pawn you’ve worked so hard to groom throw his life away?”
Marvin sighed. “What else can I do? He’s grown up. I can’t control him anymore. Let him do what he wants.” Tiana’s brow furrowed. “Marvin, are you seriously not concerned about Andrew’s life?”
Marvin spread his hands helplessly. “Of course I care, but what can I do? I don’t have the authority to stop him.” Tiana snorted. “Fine, keep playing dumb. I’ll see how you cry later when he’s dead!”
Marvin’s words, however, were genuine. He had no control over Andrew’s actions. Besides, Andrew had never required his guidance.
Whether it was Gordon or anyone else, Marvin knew they would soon meet their match. Why intervene when he could just sit back and enjoy the show?