Chapter 921

Elon stepped forward, closing the distance between him and Andrew.

Michael quickly warned, “Elon, don’t do anything stupid. Andrew doesn’t mess around–he’ll hit you without a second thought!”

Elon sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance. He declared dramatically, “I’m Elon Golding, the epitome of money, glory, and power! Andrew, do you even know who you’re messing with–”

Before he could finish, Andrew slapped him twice. The force sent Elon’s nearly 400-pound body flying backward. Blood gushed from his nose and mouth as he crashed to the ground, looking utterly humiliated.

Andrew casually wiped his hands and said, “The epitome of money, glory, and power? You’re more like a loser. Look at yourself now. You’re nothing but a pathetic mess.”

Elon was stunned, his face twisted in rage. His eyes blazed with fury as he roared, “You little punk! How dare you hit me? Do you have a death wish for your entire family?”

Kenny stood frozen, completely shocked. After all, Elon was a big shot in Blumedale, where no one dared to cross him. But here in Jayrodale, he was just slapped down like a nobody. How could Andrew have the guts to do something like this?

“Kill him!” Elon screamed, his voice shaking with rage. Reuben might be gone, but the Golding family still had a hundred elite bodyguards on standby. They were more than enough to tear Andrew to pieces.

Kenny tried to calm him down. “Elon, think this through! Michael is still in his hands!” he pleaded, but Elon was beyond reason.

“I don’t care! If I don’t crush this guy today, I don’t deserve the title of the invincible dragon!” Elon shouted, his voice cracking.

He even started reciting his mantra again, “I’m Elon Golding, the epitome of money, glory, and power–”

Andrew had to admit that he was impressed by the guy’s ability to keep up the act even now. Nonetheless, he was not in the mood for theatrics. With a swift motion, he tossed Michael’s body straight at Elon, cutting off his poetic rambling mid-sentence.

“Attack!” Andrew commanded, his voice cold and sharp.

At his signal, Jayrodale’s entire underground force surged forward. Nearly a thousand fighters charged at the Golding family’s hundred elite bodyguards.

Despite being outnumbered, the bodyguards stood their ground, their unified shouts echoing through the room as they fought back.

Yet, the sheer number of attackers was overwhelming. For every guard they took down, two more seemed to take their place. Dylan and Natasha joined the fray, breaking through the bodyguards’ formation and sending them into chaos.

Elon lay on the ground, his eyes wide with disbelief as he watched his family’s elite guards fall one by one. “H–How is this possible?” he stammered, his voice trembling. “These are just street thugs from Jayrodale! How can they beat the Golding family’s best?”

Kenny wiped the sweat from his forehead, his voice shaky. “Elon, these aren’t ordinary thugs. They’re trained–really well trained. I don’t know how, but they’re not your average lowlifes.”

Elon screamed in frustration, “That’s bull! Jayrodale is a backwater town! These scumbags don’t have the resources or the discipline to be this good!”

Kenny did not have an answer. He could not understand it either. Since when did the underground forces in Jayrodale become so skilled? It did not make sense.