Inside the club, Walter was covered in blood with his clothes torn to shreds as he crawled out from a pile of debris. He hissed through clenched teeth, “That bitch, I swear I won’t rest until you’re dead!”

His killing intent still radiated dangerously. However, anyone with eyes could see it was pure bluff, a last-ditch act of pride from a man hanging by a thread.

Meanwhile, Joe sat in the center of a circle formed by Liliana, Gary, and the others. He was meditating, trying to restore his energy.

When he opened his eyes and saw Walter limping forward, his face turned to ice. He asked coldly, “Who told you to interfere?”

Walter gritted his teeth. “That little punk had no honor and dared to injure you, Mr. Driscoll. Of course, I had to tear him apart!”

Joe was silent for a moment before replying bitterly, “Andrew didn’t break any rules. I lost to him because I wasn’t strong enough.”

When these words came out, Liliana and the others looked completely bewildered. Joe was a prodigy, and he was not supposed to lose.

That was the truth they believed in, but that truth had shattered.

Walter snarled viciously, “Mr. Driscoll, why must you boost others' morale while diminishing your own prestige! I saw the situation clearly. If you hadn’t held back, that little bastard would have been seriously injured long ago. However, he didn’t appreciate your mercy and instead turned the tables on you. That boy deserves to die!”

Joe snapped, “Enough! I know what happened better than anyone else. I lost to Andrew, fair and square. It was my own arrogance. I looked down on him from the start and never saw who he really was.”

The star everyone worshiped, the once-proud heir of the Driscoll family, had completely lost his former glow.

Walter, still fuming, growled, “Then I’ll return to the family estate and report everything to Mr. Driscoll Senior. Andrew and that meddling girl… both of them must die!”

Joe’s eyes turned cold. “Walter, listen closely. My fight with Andrew ends here. I’m not the kind of man who can’t accept defeat, but if I find out that you or the family try anything behind my back, don’t blame me for cutting all ties, showing no mercy!”

Walter froze, words caught in his throat. He did not dare argue further.

In truth, he was starting to feel a bit shaken—who the hell was that girl next to Andrew? She hit like the end of the world.

Joe stood up and walked toward the exit.

Liliana chased after him. “Joe, where are you going?”

Joe did not look back. “Liliana, stop following me. I’m not coming back to this club anymore. You and Gary can do whatever you want.”

Tears streamed down Liliana’s cheeks. “Joe, is this because of Andrew? Or is it because of Lauren? Did that bitch break your heart? If she did, I’ll make her life a living hell!”

Joe frowned. “This has nothing to do with them. This is about me. Now, please… just let me be.”

Back at Serenity Villa, Shiloh was eating. Meanwhile, Andrew and Lauren each pulled up a chair and watched her.

Shiloh stuffed bourbon-glazed pork belly into her mouth and looked up. Puzzled, she asked, “Why aren’t you eating? Stop watching—just eat up!”

Lauren shook her head. “Go ahead. We’re not hungry.”

Andrew, though, was deep in thought.

After Shiloh fought, she would get hungry. This was easy to understand since martial artists generally consumed a lot of energy.

However, regular food was not enough for high-level fighters. They needed spiritual supplements like elixirs, rare herbs, and things with raw power.

Yet, here was Shiloh. After beating Walter senselessly, she was recovering with two bowls of plain pasta, a bowl of bourbon-glazed pork belly, and a side of broth.

Andrew honestly felt like he had hit the jackpot. The world’s only nuclear-level fighter was powered entirely by comfort food.

Where on Earth would you find that again? It was absolutely a once-in-a-lifetime discovery!

After considering it, Andrew said, “Shiloh, your martial arts are very special and should be related to Torasesy sects. Have you ever been to Mount Lourneau or Mistveil Peak to ask around? You might be able to find out about your background.”

Shiloh did not even look up as she shook her head. “I’ve never been to those places and don’t want to go either.”