Chapter 237
Dylan was nervous. “Hey, Mr. Lloyd, you’ve got to stop pulling my legs. If Mr. Yates hears that, hawerally skin me alive.”
Andrew smiled slip It’s not that serious. Anyway, let’s talk business. I can help you,
South City, but it’s a one–time thing. So, you pick the person.”
Dylan and his men were confused, glancing at each other. They were unsure of what Andrew meant by “pick the person“.
Andrew took a sip of tea, then calmly explained, “Pick the person you need me to take out for you.”
Dylan’s eyes widened in realization. He swallowed hard, his heart racing. He could not help but think this guy was too straightforward. Then again, he knew Andrew was indeed capable of being so.
“Mr. Lloyd, it’s not that we’re afraid of the Northern District,” Dylan replied, his tone serious. “But Atlas had declared war on us out of nowhere South City wasn’t prepared, and now we’re in this mess.”
Dylan gritted his teeth and said in a bitter voice, “I don’t want you to think I’m weak, Mr. Lloyd.”
“Atlas and Finley are nothing to you. You don’t have to handle them. Just help me deal with the second–in–command from the Northern District.”
Andrew did not press further and asked, “Fine. Who’s the second–in–command from the Northern District?”
Dylan’s voice turned cold. “His name’s Griffin Soare. He’s not very strong, but he’s sly and ruthless. His martial skills are vicious. So many of my men have fallen to him.”
He added, “I’ve been trying to kill him alone, but he always manages to slip away before I get the chance.”
Andrew stood up and headed for the door. “Griffin will be dead by tomorrow.”
Dylan and his men exchanged confused looks, stunned by Andrew’s bluntness.
One of the men could not help but ask, “Sir, Griffin’s tough. Do you really think Mr. Lloyd can handle him?”
Another chimed in, “Exactly… Griffin is Atlas’s top guy, always surrounded by dozens of Northern District’s best fighters. It seems unrealistic to think Mr. Lloyd can pull this off.”
Dylan sneered. “You’re all ignorant. You’ll see. Griffin’s going to learn what it means to face death head–on.”
After all, Dylan witnessed Andrew’s power firsthand and had only to describe
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Andrew: this man was beyond human.
Later that night, East City, once controlled by Tony, had fallen entirely under the rule of Atlas from the Northern District. Atlas had entrusted the management of East City to his most trusted subordinate, Griffin.
After a long day of meetings, Griffin returned to his hotel room, exhausted but satisfied.
His sharp eyes immediately noticed someone standing by the window in his dark room.
Griffin moved slowly, taking in the figure standing there, then smirked. “Another one looking for trouble. If I’m right, you’re here to kill me on Dylan’s order, right?”
The figure did not turn around but spoke clearly, “I am here to kill you. Not in secret, but in the open.”
Griffin’s face turned cold as he grinned maliciously. “It doesn’t matter if it’s in secret or not. If you dare enter my territory alone, you won’t leave in one piece.”
