Chapter 389
Andrew’s patience had run out as he spoke in a cold tone. “One last time–tell Natasha to come. out and talk now.”
The tattooed giant mocked, “Or what? What can you do? Andrew, you might have some history with West End, but if you think that gives you the right to make tlemands, you’re in the wrong place.”
As he moved to push Andrew away again, the other guards snickered. With Atlas‘ fall, Natasha had become Jayrodale’s most powerful underground leader, and they could not believe this man’s audacity in challenging West End.
Suddenly, a sharp crack echoed through the air–the sound of a wrist being broken.
The tattooed giant let out an agonizing scream. “My hand! You broke my hand! Get him! Attack!”
The fifty–over guards stood shocked for a moment before charging forward with angry shouts. Andrew’s face turned cold as his leg swept out.
Screams filled the air as the first wave of guards went flying, their faces meeting Andrew’s foot. The tattooed giant, his wrist still in Andrew’s grip, growled through the pain.
“Andrew, do you know what it means to attack West End’s men?”
Andrew responded with a swift kick to the back of the giant’s knee. The man collapsed with a howl of pain, feeling as if his kneecap had been shattered.
“Any friendship between you and West End ends here,” the giant snarled through gritted teeth. “Madam Vostokoff and her thousands of followers won’t let this slide.”
Instead of a response, he received a vicious slap that left his head ringing and vision blurred. The remaining guards stepped back in terror, shocked by Andrew’s explosive display of power.
“I despise people telling me what I can or can’t do,” Andrew said calmly into the giant’s ear as he kept him pinned to the ground.
“I admit I underestimated you,” the giant struggled to speak. “But have you considered the consequences of making an enemy of West End?”
“Your mighty West End and all–powerful Natasha are nothing but ants to me,” Andrew replied coldly. “You refused my courtesy earlier, and it’s too late for reasoning now.”
Sensing Andrew’s killing intent, the giant trembled and cried out, “Mr. Lloyd, please calm down! Let’s talk this through!”
