Chapter 151

Tony’s rage was palpable; each word a venomous hiss as he saw Andrew. Andrew's expression, colder and more menacing than ever before, sent a chill through those present. With lightning speed, he hurled the axe he'd seized during the fight, the weapon whistling past East Side's elite fighters. It struck Juan's arm with devastating precision, severing it cleanly at the shoulder. Juan screamed in agony, blood gushing profusely. Spattering droplets landed on Christina's pale, horrified face, leaving her trembling in shock.

"My arm! My arm… Dad, help me! Kill him, kill that bastard!" Juan cried, clutching at his wound as he writhed in the growing pool of blood. His once arrogant demeanor was reduced to a pitiful, blood-soaked mess.

Tony roared, "Andrew, you bastard! I'll kill you and your whole damn family!" He then bellowed to his men, "Get him! Kill him! I want him dead!" He couldn't believe his son had lost an arm under the noses of East Side's strongest fighters, surrounded by over a hundred thugs.

The remaining East Side fighters charged, howling in rage. Another one-sided massacre ensued, Andrew dominating the fight with deadly precision. His cold, unyielding face remained impassive as he ruthlessly struck down his enemies, leaving them broken, writhing in pain, or dead. Bodies piled up, the room filling with anguished cries and the stench of blood.

A single, sharp gulp cut through the chaos. Herman, who had been calmly observing, finally stood, saying grimly, "Young man, I clearly underestimated you."

Andrew ignored him, striding toward the brutally beaten Christina. His expressionless mask finally cracked, revealing murderous intent as his fists clenched, the sound of his knuckles cracking audible.

"Andrew… you came… I'm so glad," Christina whispered weakly. "They made me call you… to lure you here. I… I didn't want to…" Despite her torn clothes and blood-covered body, she relaxed at the sight of Andrew, flashing a faint smile before losing consciousness.

Andrew's clenched fists trembled as he quickly checked her breathing. Confirming she was stable, he produced a porcelain bottle and gave her two yellow pills. Herman's eyes flickered with greed. "Those are vitality pills. Impressive. Those are worth a fortune, kid."

Andrew remained silent, covering Christina with his jacket. Only then did he stand, his cold gaze settling on Herman. "You want my vitality pills? Perfect—because there's something I want from you too."

Herman's brow furrowed. "And what might that be?"

Andrew sneered. "Your head!" With explosive force, he crushed Juan's chest with his foot.