Chapter 664

The other rich kids burst into laughter, mocking Andrew without restraint. One mocked, “Kid, you’re way too full of yourself. You’ll be watching your own blood spill across the floor in no time!”

Others joined in, saying, “Sean, stop wasting time with him – just beat the crap out of him and make him wash dishes in the back for a week!”

“You really thought you could get away with paying a single dollar? And that crap about buying us water? If you don’t die today, I’ll change my last name to yours!”

Andrew’s expression darkened, the amusement in his eyes vanishing.

“This is what I’m willing to pay. One dollar. Take it or leave it. If not, then I’m walking out.”

Sean’s face twisted with rage, and he roared, “Lock the doors! If this piece of trash doesn’t pay up the way I want, then he’s not leaving here alive!”

Dexter sneered. “Andrew, your luck just ran out. The last guy who tried skipping out on a bill at Dream Paradise is already buried six feet under.”

The bodyguards moved into position, blocking every possible exit. Yet, Andrew remained perfectly calm.

He said, “Mr. Chapman, since they won’t let us leave, then guess we’ll just stay.”

With that, he casually plopped down on a nearby couch, completely unfazed.

Sean’s eyes flashed with malice. “Are you seriously not afraid to die? Either pay up right now, or I’ll make you regret it for the rest of your life!”

Andrew glanced at him, his eyes as cold as ice. He replied, “A minute ago, I was willing to give you a dollar. But now? You won’t be getting a single cent. In fact, I’m going to make sure Dream Paradise is nothing but rubble by the time I’m done.”

Without another word, Andrew pulled out his phone and dialed Dylan and Natasha. He ordered, “Bring the crew to Dream Paradise. Tear everything down.”

Sean and Dexter both froze. Then, as if processing the absurdity of what he had just heard, Sean burst into laughter.

“Dexter, did you hear that? This dumbass just called his friends to wreck my club!”

Dexter grinned mockingly. “Andrew, do you really think that’ll work? Dream Paradise isn’t some random dive bar. Who the hell do you think you are?”

The other rich kids chimed in, their faces full of scorn.

“Demolish Dream Paradise? Ha! You don’t even have the balls to fight back, and now you’re talking about tearing this place down?”

“Listen up, moron – this place is a regular spot for city officials, top-tier fighters from Madblade Martial Academy, and every big shot in Jayrodale. You so much as scratch a wall, and you’ll be buried six feet under.”

“Man, forget him. If this guy actually calls someone here, I’ll livestream myself sticking my hand into a ceiling fan!”

Andrew smirked. “Thanks for reminding me – I should probably call Rodney too. Might as well have him join the fun.”

Chapter 664

With that, he dialed Rodney’s number.

On the other end, Rodney answered immediately, his voice respectful. “Mr. Lloyd? What can I do for you?”

Andrew leaned back. “I’m at Dream Paradise. I heard you’re a regular…”

Rodney chuckled. “Eh, I swing by sometimes when I have free time. But honestly? The only real attraction here is the handful of actual Eastonian girls. The rest? Just cheap knockoffs.”

Andrew’s voice was calm. “Well, Dream Paradise has locked me in, and they’re planning to rough me up. What do you think I should do?”

Rodney’s tone instantly turned icy. “They what?”

“Mr. Lloyd, give me five minutes – no, three. I’ll be there immediately and level that damn brothel to the ground!”