After Luna left, another person approached Kyrie. It was Gavin.

“Kyrie, Andrew was the one who stormed into the Schwartz residence and humiliated us!” Gavin snarled.

He and Dawson were both lackeys working under Kyrie and Brett. The Schwartz family had long been leaning toward the Harding family. Or, to put it more bluntly, they wanted to become vassals of the Harding family.

Kyrie’s expression turned ugly. “You were on the tenth floor at the time, weren’t you? Why didn’t you stop Brett? You know how impulsive he can be!”

Gavin steeled himself and replied, “Kyrie, it wasn’t that I didn’t want to stop Brett. I simply couldn’t stop him at the time. Plus…”

Kyrie let out a mocking laugh. “Plus, you didn’t have the guts to try, right? Andrew showed up and you wet yourself with fear, didn’t you?”

Gavin gave an embarrassed laugh, which was basically an admission.

Kyrie said coldly, “If the Schwartz family didn’t have decent overall strength, I wouldn’t even bother with you. I know what you’re really after. You want me to step up for your family and get payback. But there’s no rush with this matter. Andrew has already made enemies of everyone here in Chetvine. The Harding family, the Robertson family, the Cunningham family, and even certain royal families can’t stand him. The real show is yet to come.”

Gavin breathed a sigh of relief. He definitely wanted to see the Harding family deal with Andrew. However, he could not say this outright, in case it displeased Kyrie and made him irrelevant. Luckily, Andrew was reckless enough to offend the Hardings on his own, saving Gavin the trouble.

“Kyrie, what do you think Andrew came to the Martial Tower for? I saw him continuing upward!”

Kyrie snorted. “I don’t care what he’s here for. But if he wants to get any benefits from the Martial Tower, he can forget about it without my approval.”

Gavin immediately put on a flattering smile. “Of course. You’re currently in charge of guarding the Martial Tower, Kyrie. Everything has to go through you.”

Kyrie said indifferently, “If there’s nothing else, you can go. Let me give you one final warning: since you’ve chosen to follow Brett and act like a dog behind the Harding family, you should know your place. When the master is in trouble and you don’t step up to help, what’s the point of keeping such a dog around? Might as well put it down directly. You should understand this principle, right?”

Gavin’s face went pale as he quickly nodded to show he understood and hurried away.

Disdain flashed through Kyrie’s eyes. Gavin was just an insignificant ant that he did not even take seriously.

“Go check the surveillance and see what Andrew’s doing in the Martial Tower. Whatever he’s doing, lock down all his access privileges completely. I’m going to make sure he wasted his trip coming here. Does that bastard really think this place is still his playground from ten years ago?”

Kyrie bore grudges heavily and gave the order without hesitation.

Andrew had no idea that Kyrie still was not letting this go. Then again, even if he knew, he would not care. After all, Kyrie’s authority could not control him anyway.

He took the elevator straight to the 25th floor, which had once been his limit when he was training in Chetvine ten years ago.

The current him had no such limitations.

Andrew pulled out a pitch-black token made of some unknown material and swiped it against the scanner nearby.

With a beep, a cold electronic voice immediately announced, “Identity confirmed. Welcome, General. You have free access to all floors below the 80th level of the Martial Tower.”