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These two experts from the Hopkinses might not have had exceptionally high cultivation levels, but their martial arts foundations were rock–solid.
However, under the Phantom Mirage, they were completely useless.
Its true power lay in seizing the mind. Hence, no matter how strong their bodies were, if their will was stolen or tempted, they would fall under Eric’s control.
The fighter on the right froze mid–strike, then dropped to his knees before Eric.
Timothy, who had been expecting a good show, frowned and shot Eric a look filled with suspicion.
Eric sneered coldly and strode forward, intending to continue subduing Timothy.
However, Timothy pointed behind him and said with great joy, “Mr. Driscoll Senior, you’ve finally shown yourself! Perfect… Andrew is right here, kill him.”
Eric’s heart skipped. He spun around instinctively, a bad feeling surging through him.
Could Maurice have set a trap, waiting for them to walk right into it?
Just then, he heard the sound of wind rushing by his ear.
Timothy laughed with vicious glee. “Freak, you fell for it!”
A stabbing cold pierced Eric’s mind like needles. He was furious, but it was already too late. He gritted his teeth and prepared to be successfully ambushed by Timothy.
“Really? Even a cheap trick like this can fool you?” Andrew’s helpless voice rang out at that moment, sounding unhurried and even carrying a hint of laziness.
A thunderous crack shook the air. Eric whipped his head back just in time to see Timothy, who had been inches away from stabbing a steel needle into his skull, blasted backward as if struck by lightning.
Blood gushed out of Timothy’s mouth as he slammed into the Hopkinses‘ signboard, knocking it down in a crash.
“Mr. Hopkins!” one of the two Hopkins experts cried out in terror.
Andrew dusted off his hands. No one had seen how he had made his move.
“Are you okay?” he asked Eric.
Eric’s face flushed with embarrassment as he said stiffly, “I’m fine!”
Being saved by Andrew made him feel very humiliated. He defended himself for his careless vulnerability to the sneak attack, hissing, “If that bastard tries it again, I’ll smash his head in.”
Andrew shook his head. “Mr. Thornton has spoiled you. Eric, you’re gifted in martial arts, and with Phantom Mirage, you’re nearly unstoppable. But you still lack experience and understanding of how treacherous people’s hearts can be.”
Eric flushed with shame and was about to snap back, but Andrew had already stepped forward and grabbed Timothy by the collar.
“That weapon you’re holding is a banned martial weapon, a Bloodletting Needle, isn’t it?”
Timothy, gripped by Andrew and with blood pouring from his mouth, growled, “It is a Bloodletting Needle, but so what? Let me give you some advice. Put me down, get on your knees, and apologize now, or the Hopkinses will
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tear you to pieces.”
Andrew’s tone was flat. “No wonder you’re a vassal of the Driscolls. You’ve got the same ‘I’m the biggest thing in the world‘ attitude they do. The Bloodletting Needle is hollow inside and dangerous to use. You’re too young to handle it, so don’t touch it again.”
Timothy roared, “Who the hell do you think you are to tell the what to do? Put me down or I’ll…”
Andrew’s open hand cracked across his face twice, sending blood from his nose and leaving him dazed. Without breaking stride, Andrew hauled him up and started walking straight into the Hopkins residence.
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