Chapter 127

Tony let out a sinister laugh. “What’s the matter? Getting scared now? Weren’t you acting tough just a minute ago?”

Andrew smiled. “I’m not scared. I’m merely suggesting we resolve this peacefully. What do you think?”

Tony laughed, his tone mocking. “Resolve this peacefully? This isn’t over until you’re in pieces! Get on your knees, cripple yourself, and beg for Juan’s forgiveness. Maybe then we’ll talk.”

Tony relaxed in his chair, lit a cigar, and blew smoke rings.

Lauren frowned. “Mr. Madden Senior, you’re being unreasonable. We can treat Juan’s injuries and discuss this civilly.”

“Tony, it’s better to end feuds than escalate them,” Dylan added gravely. “The three of us are willing to make amends. Isn’t that enough?”

Tony scoffed. “This loser dared to challenge me on my territory. Do you think I’ll let him leave the East Side alive? That’s ridiculous.”

Andrew retorted, “I offered you peace, but you’re too foolish to accept it. So be it.”

Tony’s hand crushed his cigar. His face contorted with rage. “You’re damn right! There’s nothing to discuss! I’ll burn you to ashes!”

Before anyone reacted, Andrew kicked Tony’s chest. Blood gushed from Tony’s mouth as he flew backward, his chair toppling.

The room fell silent in shock. Even the East Side’s top fighters hadn’t anticipated the attack. Lauren, Cedric, and Dylan were stunned. Attacking Tony before hundreds of his men was suicidal.

“Dr. Lloyd, we’ll hold them off. Run!” Lauren shouted desperately.

Dylan gritted his teeth, fists clenched. “Go, Mr. Lloyd! I’ll handle these bastards!”

Tony lay sprawled on the floor, screaming in agony. His furious roar shook the room. “Kill him! Kill that bastard!”

Before Tony’s men moved, Andrew reached Juan’s side. With two quick strikes to Juan’s chest, Juan collapsed, convulsing and frothing at the mouth.

“Anyone moves, he dies,” Andrew announced coldly.

The East Side members froze.

“Let go of Juan!” Tony screamed, his men helping him to his feet. “Let him go!”

“I’ve blocked several vital pressure points in your son’s body,” Andrew stated calmly. “If you want him dead, make your move. Otherwise, tell your men to stand down.”

“You little bastard,” Tony snarled. “You’ve just sealed your fate.”

Andrew slapped Juan sharply. “One more time—are you ordering them back or not?”

Juan’s screams became strangled gurgles. Foam appeared on his lips; he seemed near death.

Seeing his son’s peril, Tony frantically waved his hands. “Stop! Stop, I said stop!”