Chapter 2258
Over 100 martial arts disciples were beaten into running for cover with their heads in their hands. A few tough ones roared in resistance, but it was futile. Andrew took each one down with a single move, leaving them coughing up blood.
“Enough! Who gave you the right to injure people here? If anyone here sustains internal injuries today, then you, the Lloyd family Dragon Prince, will pay a terrible price!”
At that moment, a furious roar echoed down from upstairs. Accompanied by heavy footsteps, a group of people walked down. One man among them had a livid face, absolutely enraged. Andrew took one look and immediately smirked. “Well, if it isn’t Kyrie! Impressive. Ten years later, and you’ve made Major General. Your martial arts have improved quite a bit too, reaching advanced level martial saint, though it looks a bit hollow. Clearly, you haven’t held back on the strength–boosting pills!”
Andrew’s words made the man in the center’s face shift from livid to ash gray. He wore a Major General’s uniform with white gloves, his gaze sharp and piercing. His appearance bore some resemblance to Brett’s. This person was actually a Chetvine disciple from Andrew’s same era, the Harding family prodigy, Kyrie. However, Kyrie had always been a step behind the real tough guys like Conrad and Andrew. So, back then, in Chetvine, Kyrie really had no presence in front of Andrew. Nonetheless, Kyrie’s recent scolding and commanding tone made it subtly clear that, after ten years, he no longer took Andrew seriously. Standing beside Kyrie was also a Major General, Luna, one of the military’s rising stars. She wore tall military boots and had her hair tied in a ponytail, exuding an exceptional aura that was both cold and proud. Looking at Andrew, her expression was complex, as if she wanted to speak but held back. The words reached her lips, but she found them bitter and did not know where to begin.
“Andrew, this is military territory, and it’s an extremely important one at that. You’re fighting here without reason, wasting these promising military talents. Aren’t you afraid that General Turman and the others will demote you from the Ironhold Division?” Another voice chimed in from the side. Andrew looked at this person. He had a pockmarked face and cold eyes. But his core was unstable, and his stance was shaky. He was clearly someone whose martial arts were all show and no substance.
“Looks somewhat familiar, but sorry… I really don’t know who the hell you are!” Andrew chuckled, indicating he didn’t remember. This person was probably also an old acquaintance from back then, a fellow Chetvine disciple who used to hang around the Martial Tower. However, he was even worse than Kyrie. Andrew was not lying as he truly could not remember who this nobody was. This pockmarked guy was at least a Colonel, and being looked down upon by Andrew like this made him so furious his skull nearly blew off.
“General Harding, General Phelan, I believe we should immediately arrest him and beat him half to death. Then, send him to military court and ship him off to the frontier to enjoy a fate worse than death!” Kyrie remained expressionless and said coldly, “I have no objections!” Luna chimed in, “I… I think we should investigate what actually happened first. Kyrie, why don’t you let me handle this situation while you go take care of other business?”
Kyrie turned to look at Luna’s stunningly beautiful face, a flash of passion flickering in his eyes before disappearing. “Luna, we’re partners. Of course, we should make decisions together.”