Chapter 153
Herman glanced down at Erica’s lifeless body, he wide–open eyes frozen in death. Fury consumed him as he kicked the chair behind him aside and stepped directly into Andrew’s path.
“Step aside, or you’ll meet the same fate as them Andrew warned in a low voice.
Herman bristled at the insult. “You arrogant child, how dare you disrespect me!”
He snarled, “Do you even know who I am? I’m an elder of the Crimson Alliance–surrender now, or even if you kill the Maddens, our clan will hunt you to the ends of the earth.”
“He’s right; Andrew!” Tony chimed in, suddenly hopeful. “Touch me, and the Crimson Alliance will never stop hunting you. You probably don’t know this, but they’re the force behind East Side’s power!“.
Andrew shook his head dismissively. “The Crimson Alliance? Should I be impressed? Sorry, but I don’t keep track of every minor league martial arts organization out there.”
Herman smirked. “Our clan ranks among the top five martial arts organizations in all of Jayrodale and Gabo Creek, If you haven’t heard of us… Well, it just shows you’re nothing but a street fighter who got lucky. Killing you won’t cause any problems for us.”
“Mr. Blackwood, stop wasting time and finish him!” Tony urged, fear evident in his voice.” Take him down today, and East Side will pay an extra 300 million dollars every year to the Crimson Alliance!”
Herman smirked arrogantly. “You should feel honored. If I’m stepping in personally, it means your death will be worth remembering.”
With that, he let out a thunderous shout, his hair and beard bristling as both palms shot forward to attack Andrew.
Andrew’s eyes flashed coldly as his fists met Herman’s attack head–on. The impact created a massive shockwave that rippled through the air between them.
As their forces clashed, Herman’s face turned blood–red, his body trembling. He gasped in shock. “Y–You actually possess such immense power!”
Andrew’s lips curled into a mocking smirk as the shredded remains of his shirt fell away, revealing his muscular physique. A dark, menacing tattoo of a black dragon with red eyes coiled across his chest, its design vivid and lifelike.
“The Blood–Eyed Black Dragon tattoo… That’s impossible!” Herman coughed up blood, but he barely seemed to notice.
His finger shook as he pointed at Andrew’s chest, his entire body trembling with fear and awe.
“Forgive me… I was blind to your true status. I didn’t recognize you as a member of the royal lineage!” Herman stammered.
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Tony watched in disbelief as Herman, East Side’s strongest martial artist and the pride of the Crimson Alliance, dropped to his knees before Andrew and started frantically slapping himself.
Each smack echoed through the room as Herman repeatedly slammed his cheeks, showing not signs of stopping despite the blood beginning to flow.
“Mr. Blackwood, what are you doing? Have you lost your mind?” Tony streamed, grabbing Herman’s atm desperately. “Get up and kill him! Kill him now!”
