Chapter 589
The students of Madblade Martial Academy were furious, their eyes bloodshot as they watched Rodney being tortured, shouting at Aspen.
“Aspen, you bitch! Let go of Mr. Sanford right now!”
“If anything happens to him, Madblade Martial Academy will never stop until your Bridgefields’ Stevens family is destroyed!”
Aspen sneered in disdain and slapped Rodney again, sending more blood splattering from his mouth.
“Mr. Sanford!”
Gordon stood calmly with his hands behind his back as if he did not even notice the outrage around him. “Take your time. Play with him however you like—until you’ve had your fun, and he’s dead.”
He added, “Don’t worry, as long as I’m here, no one in Jayrodale will dare stop you. Anyone who tries will die on the spot!”
Though terrified of Gordon, some of the Madblade students were so enraged by Rodney’s condition that they prepared to rush forward, ready to sacrifice everything to save him.
Before they could act, Ivan clutched his chest and shouted, “Everyone, stand down!”
The students hesitated, turning to face him, their expressions filled with defiance. “Mr. Lincoln, we have to save Mr. Sanford! If we wait, that bitch will kill him!”
Ivan’s face darkened. “You’ll just be throwing your lives away. You can’t save him.”
He had already experienced Gordon’s overwhelming power firsthand. The only one who could possibly save Rodney now was their academy’s master, Vince—but Vince was in seclusion and had no idea his son was on the verge of death.
Meanwhile, Finley sat in a corner, drinking one glass of whiskey after another, grinning like a man who had just won the lottery. This was beyond satisfying. Rodney was getting beaten to death, and next, it would be Andrew’s turn.
“Heh, Mr. Moore,” one of Finley’s companions whispered, “that hunchbacked old guy is doing us a favor by taking care of Andrew for free!”
“Yeah, not just taking care of him—he might actually kill him.”
“Good riddance! That bastard conned us out of five million. Now he’ll have the money, but he won’t live long enough to spend it.”
The elite fighters nearby chuckled, practically ready to applaud. They had never been able to touch Andrew, but Gordon’s brutal strength had given them sweet revenge by proxy.
Finley swirled his drink, his grin widening. “Interesting… Once Aspen finishes Andrew off, maybe I’ll propose an alliance with her. We’re both outsiders in Jayrodale, both treated like nobodies here. Might as well team up and look out for each other.”
His gaze drifted to Aspen’s toned, long legs. Truth be told, both Stevens beauties—Christina and Aspen—were extremely tempting. Either one would be a dream to have under his control.
More importantly, both women were resourceful and capable. Hence, it would be a tremendous advantage if he could get them on his side.
Chapter 589
A sudden crack echoed through the air. Aspen had stomped on Rodney’s other hand, breaking all his fingers. His vision blurred from the pain, and he was on the verge of passing out, but he gritted his teeth and stared at her with murderous defiance.
Aspen’s eyes sparkled with sadistic glee. “Oh, I love it when they’re tough. The harder you resist, the more fun I have breaking you.”
She smirked coldly, savoring every moment. The more time Rodney could endure her torture, the more satisfaction she would get from his suffering.
Aspen then raised her voice, turning to address the crowd. “Jayrodale’s such a big city, full of supposedly great martial artists. So why hasn’t anyone stepped up to save this man?”
Her voice dripped with mockery and provocation as she scanned the crowd with a contemptuous grin.
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