Chapter 896

Francesca laughed along, patting her chest proudly. “Andrew, I swear, Shiloh is like a walking monster! There was a group of thugs who came to Moonlit Apothecary, got treated, and then refused to pay. Shiloh happened to see it, and before I even realized what was happening, she took care of them in seconds! My grandpa told me in secret that Shiloh is an absolute martial arts master, the kind that almost never appears in public. Even you aren’t a match for her!”

Andrew smirked. “Mr. Aicker thinks that little of me?”

Francesca shook her head. “It’s not about underestimating you–just that Shiloh is really that strong! I saw her fight with my own eyes, and it was insane! So the moment I heard you were going up against Kenny, I immediately thought of bringing Shiloh to help you. Plus, she’s been in a bad mood lately since her side gigs haven’t been paying well. The moment she heard you needed backup, she immediately agreed on one condition. You had to pay her upfront.”

Francesca chuckled. “Honestly, I think Shiloh is kinda simple and down–to–earth!”

Andrew nearly laughed at the idea of a martial king being simple and down–to–earth. If it were not for her memory loss, there was no way someone like Shiloh would lift a finger for just ten grand. She probably would not even look your way if you threw millions at her. Yet now, here she was–beating people up for some quick cash.

For the first time, Andrew felt a little uneasy. If this masked beauty–who was already over 80 but somehow still looked like a young woman ever regained her memory, would she come back to settle the score?

Meanwhile, at Jayrodale Airport.

“Passengers arriving from Blumedale, your flight has landed. Please proceed to baggage claim…”

The airport broadcast rang out as Phantom Eye strode out of the first–class cabin, flanked by two bodyguards.

One of them asked, “Sir, we’ve arrived at Jayrodale. Should we go after Andrew right away, or wait for further instructions?”

Phantom Eye’s very presence was intimidating enough to make passing travelers instinctively steer clear of him. He replied flatly, “No need to wait. We’ll kill the brat immediately and check if Kenny’s useless son is still alive. If he is, we take him back. If he’s dead… well, Kenny will have to deal with it.”

Exiting through the VIP gate, they stepped into the bustling arrival plaza. The area was packed with people holding up name signs and waiting for passengers.

Phantom Eye gave a casual glance around–then suddenly froze. His eyes narrowed. “Huh? Someone is expecting me?”

His two bodyguards followed his gaze, and their jaws nearly dropped.

Across the plaza, standing way above the rest, a massive welcome sign was held up high across the plaza. It read in bold, eye–catching letters:

[Welcome to Jayrodale, Phantom Eye! We look forward to teaching you a lesson!]

Both of Phantom Eye’s bodyguards immediately erupted in rage, their voices booming across the terminal.

“How dare they?!”

“They’re digging their own graves!”

Phantom Eye was not just some random martial artist–he was a legend in Blumedale, someone the elite families treated like an honored guest. Yet here, in this insignificant little city, someone dared to publicly mock him.

It was outright humiliation.

Phantom Eye’s face darkened instantly. With a cold snort, he strode forward. “Let’s go see who’s got a death wish.”