At the Ulrich family cemetery, black-suited bodyguards stood on all four sides while all bystanders were cleared away. To make the hit easier, Mason had even sent away the other Ulrich family members.
The only ones remaining were a few skilled fighters from the Ulrich family, who were kept on standby for emergencies.
Aman and a woman wearing dark sunglasses approached Mason.
“Where’s Mr. Byrne? Why are there only two of you?” Mason asked with concern.
The woman sneered coldly. “Don’t ask questions you shouldn’t ask. The funeral will proceed as normal in a moment, and you and your people don’t need to worry about anything.”
These two were Marcelo’s most trusted lieutenants. The man was called Highmist, and the woman was called Springflow. Mason’s expression darkened. “If Mr. Byrne isn’t going to make a move personally, then this assassination should be called off! Andrew isn’t someone to mess with, and you two alone aren’t nearly enough to handle him!”
Highmist replied casually, “Mr. Ulrich, calm down a bit. Look at yourself—you’re already shaking!”
Springflow was outright disdainful. “And you call yourself a family head? Is this really your level of composure?”
She laughed mockingly. “No wonder Andrew has been crushing the Ulrich family… You’re absolutely pathetic!”
Mason said nothing, but a cold gleam flashed in his eyes. He thought, ‘These two dogs think they’re above everyone? Fine. Let them laugh now. When I rise to power, they’ll pay for this arrogance!’
Springflow was eager for action. “Highmist, should we two make the first move later and see if we can easily take down that Andrew?”
Highmist gave her a sharp look. “Springflow, don’t get greedy. Mr. Byrne gave strict orders, and we should follow his lead.” Springflow rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I got it. I’m just saying. Honestly, I don’t see what the big deal is with Andrew anyway. Ezra couldn’t have died at his hands. No way.
“And even if he did, so what? If you and I team up, there’s no way he can withstand us.”
Highmist reminded her, “Our martial techniques are designed for synchronized combat. Together, we can match a peak-level martial king. But don’t forget that our combined form doesn’t last long.
“This has to be fast and clean. The best strategy is to pin him down, let the Dragon King finish the job, then get out.”
Springflow huffed. “Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re such a buzzkill. I just wanted to break him a little before the kill. Anyone who goes up against Mr. Byrne deserves a terrible death.”
At that moment, the low rumble of a car engine rolled in.
“Enough talk. Get ready!” Highmist snapped.
Everyone turned to see Andrew step out of a black SUV.
Rachel and Ryder were the only ones accompanying him.
Mason lit up. “Just as expected, he came alone. The rest is up to you two!”
Springflow looked annoyed. “Tell that useless son of yours to get out of the way. I don’t want to hit a civilian by accident.”
Mason chuckled awkwardly. “Of course, of course.”
He walked up to Andrew with fake tears in his eyes.
Andrew patted his shoulder. “My condolences. Let me take one last look at Mr. Ulrich Senior.”
He walked over to the burial pit. Inside, a coffin lay quietly at the bottom.
“Hmm? The rest of the Ulrich family isn’t here for the burial?” Andrew asked as if it were a casual question, though his eyes were sharp.
Mason’s eyelids twitched. With a forced smile, he said, “They came earlier and had just left a bit ago.”
Andrew nodded. “Is that so? Well then, if no one else is here to interfere, when exactly are you making your move?”
Mason froze. “Make a move? What are you talking about, Mr. Lloyd? You’re really funny!”
Andrew stared him down, his smile laced with mockery. “Funny? No, I’m not the one joking here. You are. You think I don’t know you’ve teamed up with Mr. Byrne to kill me? And now you’re standing here acting clueless?”
Mason’s eyes widened. “You knew?”
Before he could even process what was happening, Highmist and Springflow, who had been posing as security nearby, suddenly sprang into action.
With a burst of power, they lunged from both sides, shouting as their hands cut through the air.
The force of their strike was so intense, it felt like razor-sharp wind slashing through skin.
Andrew did not flinch. He simply leaned back, letting their combined attack pass him by.
Then, he snapped forward and slammed a punch directly at Springflow’s left flank.
She snarled, “You little bastard! You’re dead!”