Chapter 598

The most sinister aspect of the Plaguebringer’s Palm lay in its inescapable poison. Anyone who came into contact with Gordon’s palm was guaranteed to be poisoned without exception.

But Tiana had seen it with her own eyes: Andrew’s hands showed no signs of poisoning whatsoever.

Could it be that Gordon’s sudden weakness had given Andrew an unexpected advantage, allowing him to escape unscathed by sheer luck?

The more Tiana thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. After all, even she wouldn’t have been able to completely avoid the poison of the Plaguebringer’s Palm. The difference was that her deeper strength allowed her to suppress the toxins, giving her time for treatment and recovery later.

“Andrew, you’ve got to be the luckiest man alive!”

Tiana snorted coldly before turning to leave with her entourage.

Jerry trailed closely behind her, but as they passed Andrew, he cast him a lingering look.

Unlike Tiana, Jerry didn’t believe Andrew’s survival was purely a stroke of luck. On the contrary, a chilling thought crossed his mind: what if Andrew was completely immune to the Plaguebringer’s Palm?

If that were true, just how deep and unfathomable was this man’s power?

Meanwhile, Lauren and Francesca, who had been holding back their concern, rushed to Andrew’s side.

“Andrew, let me see your hands! Are you alright?”

The two women carefully inspected his hands. When they confirmed there were no signs of poisoning, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

Andrew chuckled. “Relax, that so-called Plaguebringer’s Palm might work on others, but it doesn’t work on me!”

It was true – the Plaguebringer’s Palm carried an insidious poison. But to Andrew, an unparalleled master of medicine and toxins, it was child’s play.

If it came to playing with poisons, Andrew could easily concoct something with a mix of venomous plants, insects, and compounds that would turn Gordon into a puddle of sludge.

Even if he had somehow been poisoned, Andrew had countless ways to neutralize it in an instant.

But none of that mattered, because Andrew, the Dragon Prince of the Lloyd family, had been immune to toxins from birth.

This shocking truth, however, was not something he intended to broadcast. Even if he explained it, no one aside from Marvin would believe him anyway.

In a shadowy corner, Finley quietly stood up and began to leave. Several of his associates from the Hidden Dragons followed closely, their faces filled with frustration and reluctance.

They couldn’t believe it. After all their plotting, it had all been for nothing. Gordon, that so-called “unbeatable” hunchback, had turned out to be useless, running off with his tail between his legs.

Nervous and disheartened, they hurriedly left, fearing what might happen if they stayed any longer.

Finley felt utterly defeated. It was as if fate itself favored Andrew.

Where was justice? Why would the heavens, who showed no mercy to anyone, spare Andrew of all people?

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Chapter 598 .

With that, the grand opening of the medical center came to an end.

The underground factions began to disperse, and the various guests who had come to witness the spectacle also left, buzzing with conversation about the day’s events.

Mark approached Andrew with a wide smile. “Mr. Lloyd, you’ve got a knack for turning danger into fortune. Truly a blessed man!”

Andrew returned the smile. “Take care, Mayor.”

As the crowd thinned, Marvin stepped up to Andrew and leaned in slightly. His voice dropped to a low tone. “My Prince, shall I take care of Gordon for you? Just say the word.”

Andrew’s expression remained calm. “No need. If he leaves Jayrodale and never looks back, I’ll let him go. But if he dares to return or cause trouble, I’ll personally turn him into fertilizer!”

Cole nodded solemnly before stepping away.

He knew very well that, with Andrew’s strength, dealing with someone like Gordon – even a senior grandmaster – was as easy as slaughtering a pig.

Ten years ago, in Chetvine, countless powerful figures had gathered. Among the great clans, even the lowliest of servants were above senior grandmasters.

But what good had it done them?

One by one, they had been forced to bow before Andrew.

And for those who refused?

Well, their endings weren’t exactly pleasant.