Chapter 392
With frustration written across her face, Natasha gritted her teeth. She had decided it was better not to show off her strategies in front of Andrew anymore, wanting to avoid further embarrassment.
Andrew ignored her visible discomfort and said calmly, “I want you to understand that anything gained through deception and betrayal will eventually become too hot to handle and turn to dust. That’s the lesson history has taught us time and time again.”
Natasha scoffed. “Fine, I can’t argue with you. But you have to admit that two-thirds or more of Jayrodale’s underworld is now under my control. Either you and Dylan submit to my authority, or you’ll face death!”
Andrew shook his head and replied, “You’re seeing things through rose-colored glasses. While Dylan might not be able to handle you, I can take you down with a single move. That’s another lesson I want to teach you today—that in the face of absolute power, no amount of schemes or clever tricks will work.”
Natasha paused, then laughed mockingly. “Darling, this is the first time I’ve realized how dramatic you can be. Who are you trying to intimidate? Don’t tell me you’re planning to stand alone against my entire West End operation?”
Andrew said seriously, “Natasha, my original intention was to let you and Dylan coexist peacefully and develop separately. Don’t force my hand. This isn’t a threat, but rather an opportunity I’m giving you!”
Natasha’s eyes gradually turned cold as she sneered, “Darling, while I admire you, I don’t appreciate this kind of talk. Do you really think I, who rose from being a widow to become one of Jayrodale’s four powers, and now the dominant force, am someone to be trifled with?”
“Whether you’re someone to be trifled with doesn’t matter to me,” Andrew replied coolly. “Because regardless of who you are or how powerful you think you are, I can make you bow down in the end.”
“Is that so? Then make me bow down!” Natasha laughed coldly, thoroughly provoked.
She added, “I’ve been patient with you for too long, showing you respect that you didn’t deserve. You come to my West End territory and hurt my people—don’t you think I’ve been far too gentle with you, Andrew?”
A sharp, cold energy emanated from the Black Widow as she locked her focus on Andrew.
“Your combat style is too toxic and extreme,” Andrew observed calmly. “While it might be powerful, your body will eventually pay the price!”
Natasha snapped, “Enough talk! Today, I’ll subdue you first and give you a harsh lesson. If you submit afterward and agree to work for me, I’ll spare you and might even treat you well. But Andrew, if you remain stubborn and unyielding, I’ll have to get rough with you!”
Chapter 392
Natasha genuinely admired Andrew, not romantically, but rather like appreciating a perfect work of art. His intellect and methods had thoroughly impressed her.
However, his repeated rejections and confrontations in her territory made her feel he was being ungrateful.
As the cold air whistled around them, Natasha’s long red nails extended like claws, striking toward Andrew’s vital points.
With her first move, the Black Widow demonstrated combat prowess far beyond that of an ordinary junior grandmaster.