Chapter 1875

That was the beauty of advanced martial arts. The more one trained, the more energized and focused they would become. Of course, if they lost control, it could backfire fast, leaving their mind agitated and eventually going completely mad.

Henry was dressed in workout clothes and got up even earlier than office workers. By 5 a.m., he was already practicing his breathing techniques and combat drills in the villa courtyard. At 6 a.m. sharp, he sat down for breakfast. By 6:30 a.m., he grabbed Andrew by the shoulder and dragged him out the door.

The man might have been a feared figure across Goldridge now, but essentially, he was just another poor soul trapped in the grind of endless work. Andrew silently mourned for him… for a brief second.

“Today, I’m putting you to the test! You’ll follow my commands, no questions!” Henry barked at Andrew.

Andrew’s face stayed blank, like a lifeless puppet.

Henry ordered, “Get in the car!”

Andrew obediently climbed into the vehicle. Then, Henry hit the gas and started driving. Along the way, he picked up some of his subordinates, including that traitor, Alex.

Alex got in the car and asked with a fawning smile, “Mr. Fischer, which family are we taking on today?”

Henry replied coldly, “One of Goldridge’s major families, the Yeagers!”

Alex’s eyelid twitched as he stammered, “T–The Yeagers won’t be easy to deal with!”

Henry sneered. “Even if they’re not easy to deal with, we’re still going to deal with them! If the Yeagers don’t cooperate, I’ll leave it to Andrew!”

Alex glanced at Andrew sitting nearby. “Him? Can he handle it?”

Henry said, “Right now, he’s a chess piece in my hands that goes wherever I point him. All you need to do is back him up when the time comes.”

Alex grinned wickedly. “So you’re saying this mutt’s already been conquered by Mr. Humphrey’s Phantom Mirage? Mr. Fischer, can I test it out?”

Henry’s expression remained indifferent. “Do whatever you want!”

Alex rubbed his hands together with a sinister smile. He addressed Andrew, “Andrew, you little punk, do you still remember me?”

Andrew replied blankly, “I remember… You’re a huge idiot!”

Alex was stunned, but he quickly flew into a rage. “Mr. Fischer, this little bastard is perfectly fine! Look, he’s cursing at me!”

Henry waved his hand dismissively. “Relax. His mind’s numb now. Whatever he says comes out without thought or filter. For all you know, calling you an idiot might’ve been a compliment.”

Alex’s mouth twitched violently as he looked uncertain. “Really? Alright, let me test it one more time! Andrew, call me sir!”

Andrew replied, “Bastard, what are you up to?”

Alex’s face went pale as he turned to Henry. “Mr. Fischer, why isn’t this working?”

Henry sounded annoyed. “I already told you… His brain’s fried. You expect a zombie to act like a normal person?” Alex fell silent, eyes narrowed as he studied Andrew. “You little bastard. Didn’t think you’d end up like this, huh? Being someone’s lackey, a walking corpse… It sucks, doesn’t it? Mr. Fischer, this guy’s got smooth skin. Ever thought about selling him off?”

Henry replied coldly, “Not interested. I want his fighting skills, not his ass!”

Alex was about to mock him some more when the car suddenly braked to a stop.

Henry’s voice turned ice-cold as he barked, “Get out and surround the place! Andrew, break through the front door for me!”