Chapter 120
Harvey felt better knowing Andrew was in bigger trouble than him. He smirked and muttered, “Tony’s even more ruthless than Dylan. Andrew won’t have a single bone left intact when Tony is done with him.”
Just outside the restaurant, three SUVS suddenly surrounded Andrew. He remained calm as he watched several men step out of the vehicles.
“Remember me?” Juan sneered through his barely healed bruises. “Today will be your last.”
“Oh, I remember,” Andrew replied with a smirk. How could I forget? Last time, I beat you up so badly that you were almost unrecognizable.”
The memory of Andrew’s slaps at the racetrack still haunted Juan. “You won’t be laughing soon. Before we kill you, I’m going to make sure you know exactly how it feels to have your face destroyed.”
Standing nearby with a cold glare, Rocco chimed in, “Don’t play any tricks. Cooperate, and I might make it quick. If not…” His voice trailed off menacingly, leaving no room for doubt.
Andrew raised an eyebrow. “Let me guess, you’re from the East Side, Tony’s crew, right?”
Rocco chuckled darkly. “Topk you long enough to figure it out, but it’s already too late. Last. time, you had Dylan to back you up, but now you’re alone. I’ll make sure you regret your actions.”
“Actually,” Andrew replied calmly, “you’re the ones who’ll regret it. Leave now while I’m still in a good mood.”
Juan lunged forward, ready to slap Andrew. “Still talking big when you’re about to die? Let’s see how tough you are now!”
He was fueled by rage, moving in to attack before Rocco and his men even realized it. Yet, the outcome was not what they had expected.
Suddenly, the sharp sound of two slaps echoed, and before Juan knew it, his face burned as Andrew’s hands landed squarely on both cheeks.
The fiery pain shot filled Juan’s head, leaving him stunned. When he realized what was happening, he shouted, “How dare you hit me! You’re surrounded by my guys, yet you still lay your f*cking hands on me?”
Juan was so upset that he yelled hysterically, “Rocco, kill him! Kill him now“!
The swelling on his face had just subsided, but Andrew had worsened it.
Rocco hesitated, caught off guard by Andrew’s speed. He glanced at Juan’s face, now bruised and swollen.
After that, he pulled out a handgun from his waistband. “Don’t move. One twitch and I’ll blow
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your head off.”
“So, you came prepared,” Andrew said with a cold smile.
“Scared now?” Rocco growled. “It’s too late for that. We planned to make it quick, but after hitting Mr. Madden, we’re going to make you suffer first.”
Andrew glanced at Juan dismissively. “It’s his fault for being born as a punching bag.”
“Shut your mouth!” Juan shrieked. “Take him to the warehouse! I want to torture him slowly and record every moment of it!”
As they bound Andrew’s hands and shoved him into one of the SUVs, Rocco blew across the gun barrel with a smug smile.
