Chapter 1658

The triple-edged dagger gleamed with wicked barbs and backward hooks, and grabbing it barehanded was practically asking to be shredded.

Yet, no matter how hard Goldfangs pulled or twisted, Andrew’s grip did not budge. His hands were like iron clamps, completely unshakable.

“You’ve tempered your body to this level? Invincible skin? That’s impossible!” Goldfangs shouted in disbelief, his face twisted with shock.

Andrew gave his wrists a sharp twist, and Goldfangs was yanked into a spin like a ragdoll caught in a tornado.

Then, came a brutal kick straight to the chest.

The impact sent Goldfangs flying, blood spurting from his mouth, and something in his spine cracked with a sickening pop.

Panic set in instantly as he realized this was not about Eagle Eye being weak. In truth, their target was just terrifying.

In that instant, Goldfangs understood that this Andrew was completely untouchable. Probably only Walter, that ruthless bastard, would be capable of taking down someone like this!

“I’m not quite invincible,” Andrew finally said, calm and casual despite the chaos. “Just tough enough to be bulletproof and bladeproof on a good day.”

“You and the last idiot were clearly working together. So tell me, who sent you? If you cooperate, I’ll make sure your last meal is served right here… maybe even a bite of this restroom’s signature dish: steaming yellow sludge.”

Goldfangs was furious but did not dare speak out. “I’m no match for you, but if you think you can kill me, you’re not qualified enough!”

With a roar, he crossed his twin arm spikes and slashed toward Andrew like a madman.

Andrew did not flinch. Instead, he gave him a charming smile.

“Freeze.” Somehow, without anyone noticing, Andrew had already picked up the golden Desert Eagle that had fallen earlier.

Now, the weapon was in his hand, the barrel aimed directly at Goldfangs’ head.

They were so close, practically point-blank range.

Goldfangs froze. Then, he burst into wild laughter. “You just made your biggest mistake! Haven’t you heard that beyond ten feet, the gun is faster, but within ten feet, the blade is fastest!”

Filled with glee, he thrust both spikes forward with lightning speed. At such close range, they reached Andrew’s face and chest almost instantaneously. He attacked both high and low, determined to kill with one strike!

The Desert Eagle’s muzzle burst with a flash of fire, accompanied by the faint smell of gunpowder.

A small dot of blood appeared on Goldfangs’ forehead, and it immediately spread, revealing a thumb-sized hole.

His body collapsed softly, his eyes still filled with disbelief and confusion. He gasped weakly, “Why… How…”

Andrew blew on the gun barrel and did not even glance at the dead Goldfangs. He said to himself, “Haven’t you heard that beyond ten feet, the gun is faster, but within ten feet, the blade is fastest?”

Stepping over Goldfangs’ corpse, Andrew exited the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, he washed his hands and straightened his hair and clothes.

The kill had looked effortless, but if it had been anyone else, Goldfangs might have actually succeeded.

Using a gun at such close range was indeed awkward and risky. Nevertheless, Goldfangs had overlooked one crucial detail – the person wielding the gun was not just anyone; it was Andrew.

Even at three inches, let alone three feet, Andrew could have fed Goldfangs a bullet before those spikes ever reached him.