Chapter 1867
The reason Andrew called Stanley a fake martial saint was because the man had not officially reached the martial saint tier. However, his combat power was more than enough to be one.
The real problem now, though, was Eric. That freak’s Phantom Mirage technique was a serious threat. Every move he made carried an eerie allure that could throw any martial artist off their game.
Seeing Andrew remain silent, Henry assumed he had successfully intimidated him. With a smile, he said, “Getting back to our earlier topic… Do you realize what kind of trouble you’ve caused me by helping Jerome escape? I can tell you about the other two martial saints who participated in the attack.
“One was the head butler of the elite McCormick family, Edwin Pennyworth. The second was Grace Valencia, a renowned figure in the Southern Martial Union and ranked eleventh on the Unbroken Ranking.”
Andrew frowned. “McCormick family? The elite Goldridge McCormick family?”
Henry nodded. “That’s right. The famous McCormick family. You should understand what elite families represent! You know the hierarchy of the powerful families in Holtrien is extremely strict.
“Above the wealthy elites stand the noble houses; above the noble houses, the royal bloodlines reign supreme! Even I have to watch my words carefully when dealing with an elite family like the McCormicks!”
Andrew looked completely bored. “All this talk is just to say that you saved my life from the wrath of the McCormick family and that Madam Valencia, right?”
Henry sneered coldly, “Isn’t that exactly what happened? Do you think if I hadn’t insisted and mediated repeatedly, you could have survived after letting Jerome escape?”
Andrew shrugged. “Different paths, different goals. We can’t work together. I had my own reasons for letting Mr. Thornton go. Besides, who could’ve known you guys were planning a rebellion? Come to think of it, I’m a victim here too!”
Henry laughed in frustration. “Save it. I’m done wasting my breath on you. Now, get on your knees and swear your allegiance to me. Help me suppress the rebellion inside the Southern Martial Union, take care of Jerome’s remaining loyalists, and I’ll set you free.”
Andrew raised a brow. “Get down on my knees and swear allegiance? What do you think you are, the Emperor? Beyond God and my parents, no one else deserves that honor.”
Henry put down his wine glass. “Don’t push me.”
Andrew met his gaze coldly. “Then let’s see who breaks first.”
Henry’s long–suppressed rage finally erupted, “You really are stubborn! Originally, killing you outright would have been the easiest solution, but unfortunately for you, I have more professional methods to deal with you!”
Andrew’s brow furrowed as he saw Eric flash forward and suddenly appear sitting in front of him. The man’s soft and delicate hands gently rested on Andrew’s shoulders.
In Eric’s eyes, his pupils seemed to have dissolved, leaving only circles of swirling patterns.
Andrew’s mind buzzed as everything in front of him began to blur. He silently cursed, ‘Damn it!‘
With Eric using his full power to activate this technique, even Andrew could not avoid falling victim to it. As his consciousness gradually faded, he tried to force himself to stay alert, but it had little effect.
Soon, Andrew’s eyes became vacant, and he sat there like a statue, completely motionless.
Chapter 1867
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A contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of Eric’s mouth. “Mr. Fischer, he’s been hypnotized! This annoying pest isn’t as tough as he talks after all!”
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