Chapter 79

Juan grinned maliciously at Andrew. “Not so tough now, are you? What happened to all that talk about breaking my neck? Get over here and beg for a quick death!”

Andrew stepped forward with a weary sigh. “You East Side punks sure talk a lot of trash, don’t you?”

Rocco and Juan froze, stunned. In front of hundreds of East Side gang members, this man was not merely unafraid—he was openly mocking them.

“If you’re going to do something, do it,” Andrew said coldly. “I’m tired of listening to you bark like dogs. And Juan, I let you off easily before, but this time, I’ll turn that bruised face of yours into something unrecognizable.”

Anger overwhelmed Juan, and he screamed, “Rocco, tear this bastard apart! I want him in pieces!” He had ruled the streets for over twenty years, and never had anyone pushed him this far.

Rocco’s eyes turned deadly as he gripped his blade and charged. “Kid, you’re really asking for death!”

Lauren’s face turned icy as she reached for her gun. Suddenly, a cold voice thundered through the room. “Anyone who touches Mr. Lloyd is dead!” The shout was followed by the arrival of over two hundred men in black, all armed, quickly surrounding the East Side crew.

Rocco turned, his face twisting with frustration. “Mr. Garner, why is South City showing up in such force?”

With his men flanking him, Dylan walked out of the crowd. Ignoring Rocco, he approached Andrew. “Mr. Lloyd, all of South City’s gang members are at your disposal,” he said with deep respect.

The scene left Francesca and the East Side men stunned. Lauren’s eyes sparkled as she watched Andrew, recognizing the hidden force beneath his quiet exterior.

“W-Why would Mr. Garner show him such respect?” Juan stammered, while Rocco stood frozen, wondering who Andrew really was.

Andrew, amused, asked, “Mr. Garner, what’s all this about?”

“When I heard East Side’s trash was harassing you, I came immediately,” Dylan replied, bowing his head slightly.

Lauren smiled. “Dr. Lloyd, this club actually belongs to Mr. Garner.”

Andrew immediately understood Dylan’s ulterior motive. “Since this is your territory, handle it as you see fit,” he said, accepting Dylan’s support.

Dylan straightened, walked to Rocco, and kicked him in the knee, forcing him down. “Who gave you permission to stand in Mr. Lloyd’s presence?”

“Are you declaring war on East Side?” Rocco shouted from his knees.

Dylan smirked, his voice dripping with contempt. “Tony might have the right to talk about war, but you? You’re nothing. Don’t even think about talking to me like an equal.”