Chapter 631

Kenneth never expected Andrew to actually fight back. After all, this was Glorious Pharmaceuticals’ territory, and Andrew was supposedly just a small fry from Rhodes Corporation’s Pharmaceutical Division. Who gave him the audacity?

Armed with plastic batons, dozens of security guards rushed forward to surround Andrew. Meanwhile, a few Glorious Pharmaceuticals executives backed away in fear, shouting insults.

“How dare this punk hit Mr. Mudge? You’re dead!”

“Mr. Mudge, hang in there! We’ll take care of this little brat right now!”

“Security, what are you waiting for? Beat him to death, teach him a lesson!”

Andrew stamped on Kenneth’s head, forcing his face into the ground. Kenneth’s mouth and nose were filled with blood and teeth, spraying out in a horrific mess.

“One more move, and I’ll crush his skull,” Andrew said calmly, not even looking at the dozen or so guards.

Marcus was frozen in shock. Meanwhile, the security guards and the remaining executives of Glorious Pharmaceuticals were stunned. They realized that this guy from Rhodes Corporation was not just a small-time player—he was deadly serious.

“If anything happens to Kenneth, your whole family will pay for it!” one of the executives screamed.

The other guards hesitated, afraid Andrew might actually kill Kenneth. This was getting dangerously out of hand.

Suddenly, Andrew yanked Kenneth up and slapped him hard across the face twice. A few teeth flew out of Kenneth’s mouth.

“Earlier, Mr. Mudge kept calling me a punk. Come on, say it again, I’m listening,” Andrew said, smiling at the terrified, disfigured Kenneth.

Kenneth desperately shook his head. “N–No… I was wrong. Let’s just talk this out, don’t be impulsive. If someone dies here, things will get messy.”

Andrew grinned and slapped him again, causing Kenneth’s head to spin with the force of it.

“Now you’re afraid of someone dying? Huh? You were all tough earlier!” Andrew taunted. “Tell me, who’s the punk now?”

Kenneth cried out in agony. “I was wrong! I was really wrong! I’m the punk. You’re the boss!”

The guards stood frozen, exchanging looks. Usually, Kenneth was high and mighty, an important figure in front of Stephen. One word from him could determine their fate.

Yet, at this moment, Kenneth was no different than a dog begging for forgiveness.

“Get these guard dogs out of the way. Since Stephen isn’t coming out, you’re going to lead me to him,” Andrew said coldly, his icy gaze making Kenneth shudder.

“Move aside, what are you waiting for? Get out of my way, now!” Kenneth roared in frustration. His life was now in Andrew’s hands, and if Andrew told him to do anything, even eat dirt, he would do it without hesitation.

The security guards quickly cleared the way, and Andrew turned to Marcus with a smile. “Mr. Chapman, let’s go. We’re going to see Mr. Brunner.”

Marcus was stunned. “Is this really happening?”

Andrew chuckled. “What’s wrong with this? Glorious Pharmaceuticals really lives up to its reputation as Jayrodale’s pharmaceutical king. Look at this creative welcome. They don’t go for words; they prefer the power of action.

“Honestly, I kind of like their style. Sometimes, talking things out doesn’t work, and you have to knock some sense into them before they cooperate. Don’t you think Glorious Pharmaceuticals is quite something, Mr. Chapman?”