Chapter 808

Nonetheless, for the Wellers, their rise to power was the only thing that mattered. Harvey might have been a disgraceful excuse for a leader, but he was still the head of the family.

One of the elder enforcers spoke in a cold voice. “4.row, you know too much. That leaves us with no choice—we have to take you out.”

Andrew smirked. “Of course you do. That way, no one will ever know just how filthy the Wellers' secrets really are, right?”

The two Wellers elders roared in unison, “Arrogant fool! Die!”

Andrew casually lifted his foot and kicked Michael straight into them, sending him flying toward the two elders. One of the enforcers scoffed, effortlessly swinging a palm and smacking Michael aside like a ragdoll. His body went flying, landing in a heap—his fate unknown.

Andrew’s face turned cold. “Shiloh, get in the car. I’ll handle the Wellers, and then we’ll head back to Jayrodale.”

However, Shiloh stood her ground, completely unfazed. “No need for that. They came here to take me by force, so I’ll deal with them myself.”

Andrew watched, stunned, as Shiloh took a single light step forward. With effortless grace, she raised her delicate hands and flicked them toward the approaching Wellers elders.

Her movement was casual—almost as if she were swatting away a couple of flies.

The two enforcers sneered, not even bothering to defend themselves. She was nothing more than a weak woman to them—her attacks were meaningless.

Suddenly, two loud bangs echoed.

Shiloh’s hands never even touched them, and the mere sweep of her billowing sleeves slammed into their chests with the force of a sledgehammer.

Their ribs caved in instantly, and both men spewed blood as their bodies were sent hurtling backward, crashing more than ten meters away.

The two elite enforcers of the Wellers—men who had built their reputation as the family’s most fearsome warriors—now lay on the ground, clutching their chests, their faces twisted in agony and disbelief.

They pointed at Shiloh, their fingers trembling. “Y–You…”

However, the sheer shock of what had just happened left them unable to even finish a sentence. A second later, their eyes rolled back, and they collapsed, unconscious.

Harvey looked like he had seen a ghost. His legs wobbled, and his breath came in short, panicked gasps. He staggered backward, his wide eyes locked onto Shiloh as if she were some kind of monster.

Shiloh turned, her expression completely calm as she glanced at Andrew. “Mr. Lloyd, let’s go.”

She opened the passenger door herself and got in.

Andrew let out a deep breath and cast a glance at the two unconscious enforcers in the distance. He thought, ‘Damn. Both my earlier assumptions have been completely wrong. Shiloh was not just naturally perceptive or some spiritually attuned monk with heightened senses—she was a force of nature, an absolute powerhouse.’ People like her existed only at the pinnacle of martial arts—martial artists so advanced that they hid their strength effortlessly, appearing no different from ordinary people. However, the moment they struck, they were unstoppable storms, unstained by blood yet leaving carnage in their wake.

Shiloh was one of those people.

Andrew wasted no time. He grabbed Michael’s unconscious body, threw him into the trunk, and started the car. Without another glance back, he sped down the winding roads of The Southern Highlands, heading toward Jayrodale.

Meanwhile, Harvey scrambled toward the Wellers enforcers, shaking their limp bodies.

“Wake up! Come on, wake up!”

One of the enforcers groaned in pain and finally opened his eyes.

Harvey, still shaken, demanded, “What the hell just happened?! How did that woman take you both down in a single move?!”

The enforcer weakly fumbled for a healing pill, swallowing it down before his face regained a hint of color. Almost immediately, his entire body began trembling.

“Mr. Weller,” he stammered, his voice hoarse with fear. “That woman—Shiloh—she’s beyond a senior grandmaster. She’s at the level of a martial king.”

“We… we can’t afford to cross someone like that.”

Harvey’s face twisted in disbelief. “Martial king? Are you telling me that this damn little nun is actually a martial king?”