Chapter 716
Jason’s cold, emotionless voice echoed, and the onlookers quickly backed away. They were frightened by the chilling aura emanating from him—it felt like being targeted by a venomous snake.
Aspen’s face filled with uncertainty as he sized up Jason. She thought Winston’s personal bodyguard was impressive, possessing fighting skills matching Gordon’s, at the peak senior grandmaster level. It was indeed just as expected from the elite families of Blumedale.
Gordon alone was enough to make the Stevens family of Bridgefields walk with their heads high. If Jason had not surpassed the senior grandmaster level, then the other experts in the Wright family must have.
In an instant, Aspen became absolutely certain that Andrew had met his match. No matter how hard he struggled or how lucky he got, death was inevitable.
“How dare you!” Natasha and Dylan tensed up, glaring at Jason.
Jason chuckled. “You two wimps—if you don’t want to die, move. With your pathetic skills, even dogs are more useful than you.”
Winston fixed his gaze on Andrew, smiling icily. “Andrew, I have to say, I haven’t seen someone with your courage in a long time. The more courage you show, the more satisfying it’ll be when I crush you.
“So don’t disappoint me—resist, resist with everything you’ve got. That way, when I kill you, I’ll feel fulfilled and exhilarated!”
Winston finished with a maniacal laugh, bloodlust gleaming in his eyes.
Andrew waved his hand. “Dylan, Natasha, stand down. This old bastard has some skill—you’re no match for him right now.”
Dylan and Natasha immediately complied and stepped back. They could feel Jason’s overwhelming presence pressing down on them, making it hard to breathe. Nonetheless, Andrew was their boss—if he had ordered them to fight to the death right now, they would not have hesitated for a second.
Winston smiled arrogantly. “What’s this? Scared now? Too terrified to man up? If you’d shown some sense earlier, I wouldn’t have needed to step in myself. But now?”
He pointed at his belt and sneered. “Crawl under this first, then I might consider leaving your corpse intact.”
The surrounding crowd burst into laughter—this was the true dominance of the Wright family. Andrew might have crushed Raymond, but he was nothing compared to Winston—the gap between them was simply too vast.
“Kneel to you? Winston, I think you might be brain-damaged,” Andrew said coldly. “This is Jayrodale, not Blumedale. You come to my territory acting tough, and I’m supposed to respect you? Who the hell do you think you are?”
Winston felt his chest nearly explode with rage. “Mr. Lowell, don’t hesitate anymore—kill him immediately! Tear him to pieces! Now, now, now!”
His voice cracked with fury as he stomped his foot.
Jason’s eyes turned vicious as he chopped toward Andrew’s head. Andrew slightly tilted his head to avoid the palm strike, then rammed his shoulder hard against Jason’s body.
Jason’s pupils contracted as he sneered, “You’ve got some skill, but it’s not enough against me.”
His tall figure suddenly rose up, and the air trembled with a series of rapid thuds. Then, his legs alternated in a flurry of rapid kicks aimed at Andrew’s chest.
He snarled, “Let’s see if you can block this! If you can take my Unstoppable Chain Kicks, then maybe I’ll acknowledge you as a real fighter!”