Chapter 152

Tony’s massive frame froze, feeling weak. A moment later, he roared, “Andrew, you bastard! How dare you kill my son! Everyone, attack him! I want him dead!” Tony was like a madman. His East Side thugs, however, remained motionless. The twenty or so remaining thugs trembled uncontrollably, their weapons shaking as they backed away from Andrew, his power having shattered their courage.

Seeing this, Tony’s bloodshot eyes bulged. “You cowards! You spineless trash! Attack him! That’s an order!” His men did nothing, paralyzed by fear.

“I’ll handle this!” One of Tony’s three elite fighters stepped forward. The muscular man leaped, aiming a devastating flying kick at Andrew.

Herman snorted. “Don’t worry, Mr. Madden Senior. With us three, this punk won’t cause trouble.” He quickly realized his mistake. Andrew sprung up, unleashing a powerful spinning kick that seemed to split the air. The fighter didn't even get close before his chest caved in; blood gushing, he flew backward nearly thirty feet, hitting the wall before sliding to the ground, motionless.

“T-This is impossible,” Tony stammered.

Herman gritted his teeth. “Don’t panic, Mr. Madden Senior. The kid’s got skills, but not enough. Erica, you’re up!”

Another elite fighter, an elderly woman with a hunched back and wrinkled face, stepped forward. Her voice, raspy yet sharp, cut through the air. “Boy, surrender. Break your arms and legs, then kneel if you want a quick death. Once my Mantis Fist strikes, your organs will be pulp!”

Andrew, unfazed, walked toward Tony. “I have only one goal: to destroy this old geezer. Anyone uninvolved should leave.”

“What are you waiting for? Kill him!” Tony roared.

Erica Lerman sprang into action. Her thin frame moved like a blur, her bony hands slicing through the air. She darted, closing in on Andrew with deadly speed.

Herman chuckled. “Mantis Fist relies on speed. This kid may have strength, but against such precision, he’ll be gutted in seconds.” His smug expression froze.

Andrew broke through Erica’s defense with a single punch to her core. Though she tore his sleeves, her neck snapped under the blow, killing her instantly.

In moments, he had stormed Tony’s base, defeated over a hundred men, and killed two elite martial artists.

Tony’s face turned ashen, half his body numb with fear. He doubted he’d hired enough reinforcements.

“Mr. Blackwood, save me! Stop him!” Tony screamed, scrambling backward as Andrew approached. His composure had completely crumbled.

Herman stepped forward, his expression grim. “You’ve got more skill than I anticipated. Very well. I’ll personally send you to your grave.”