Chapter 64

Andrew smirked. “Eighth-degree black belt? Is that supposed to impress me?”

Francesca gritted her teeth at his ignorance. Harvey had been one of the top young fighters in Jayrodale even before going abroad, training in martial arts since childhood. Andrew had defeated South City's Bobby, but Harvey was in a completely different league.

Dexter taunted from the mat, “Scared, kid? Don't worry, I won't humiliate you too badly—just enough to send you crawling home like a dog!”

Francesca pleaded desperately, “Please, Andrew, even if you lose, take it like a man. Don't embarrass Lauren and me. Do you want Lauren to seem inferior to Christina?”

Andrew sighed, already annoyed. Nevertheless, he stepped onto the stage with a relaxed stride. He looked at Dexter and said, “Since accidents happen, let's keep it friendly.”

Dexter was taken aback, then burst out laughing. “You're asking for mercy before we even begin? You really are a coward!”

Harvey smiled at Christina. “Christie, you said Andrew was skilled and had saved you? He seems… different now. Clearly frightened.”

Christina sighed, unsure how to respond. She’d seen Andrew fight impressively, but he seemed no match for Dexter’s skill.

Francesca stamped her foot, her face contorted with frustration. “Andrew, you're pathetic! Before even throwing a punch, you're asking for mercy? What was the point of all that tough talk?”

Dexter let out a battle cry and launched a flying kick. Andrew’s casual stance and apparent lack of defense filled him with contempt. He planned to knock Andrew off the mat and break a few ribs.

“Christie, better call the medical office for a stretcher,” Harvey remarked dispassionately.

A sharp smack echoed through the room, followed by a howl of pain. Dexter clutched his swollen face on the mat. “You bastard, how dare you hit me!”

“Watch your language,” Andrew warned. “Besides, I suggested a friendly match.”

Dexter exploded. “You worthless piece of trash! If you want me to go easy, get on your knees!”

Chapter 64 (Continued)

Andrew shook his head. “If we're not keeping it light, let's get this over with.” He stepped forward and threw a straight punch at Dexter’s face.

“That’s not how taekwondo works! Go to hell!” Dexter shouted, aiming a powerful kick at Andrew’s chest.

Instead of connecting, Andrew struck downward. A crack echoed as his fist hit Dexter’s thigh, bringing tears to his eyes. Before Dexter could curse, Andrew’s hand whipped across his face repeatedly. Blood streamed from his nose and mouth as Dexter staggered backward and tumbled off the mat. Francesca, Christina, and the other women screamed in shock. The medical staff rushed in to carry away Dexter, his face swollen and bleeding.